Chapter 285 - 176: Base Completed, Strength Test
The sound of rotor blades slicing through the air came from the horizon, causing the surrounding glass to vibrate. A black helicopter flew through Washington’s airspace, hovering over the VIP helipad at FedExField.
"That’s probably John Mara."
"Yeah, has to be."
The reporters exchanged smiling glances, then fell silent. An instant later—
They scrambled over one another, rushing toward the hovering helicopter. Those who couldn’t secure a spot up close had already switched to their telephoto lenses. Hundreds of cameras, a battery of long and short lenses, were aimed in the helicopter’s direction.
The helicopter landed smoothly, and the engine’s roar gradually subsided. As expected, Li Wei emerged from the cabin, calm and unhurried, wearing a pair of Beats headphones and a casual suit.
"It really is him! God! He actually came in a private helicopter!"
"So arrogant! I’ve been covering the NFL for 20 years and I’ve never seen such an audacious player! This isn’t just about privilege anymore; this is a complete disregard for his teammates!"
"I hope the Washington Commanders teach this clueless yellow-skinned punk a harsh lesson!" a reporter from The Washington Post roared. "He doesn’t deserve to be in the NFL! This is a team game! What the hell does he think he’s doing!"
However, events didn’t unfold the way he wanted.
It was that same Washington Post reporter who, after the game, got right in the Washington Commanders’ head coach’s face and let him have it.
"What the hell are you guys doing!" he roared furiously. "How can you face us? How can you face the 70,000 fans who supported you today? Motherfucker!! Give us a refund!!!"
The Washington Commanders’ head coach’s face was ashen, but faced with the spittle practically spraying on his face, he couldn’t utter a single word in rebuttal.
’What could he say? That he’d watched Li Wei’s game tapes 50 times before the match and designed a specific defensive strategy? That in the very first quarter, he had even tried the "extreme collapsing defense" the entire league was talking about, having four defensive players abandon all outside receivers to swarm Li Wei like a pack of mad dogs?’
But it was useless. In the face of absolute strength and speed, any tactic was a bad joke.
The Giants had also developed a counter to this "anti-Li Wei" tactic—an "anti-anti-Li Wei" tactic. They’d let Li Wei first break through on his own with the ball, using offense as the best defense, and then act once the opponent revealed an opening.
Besides, Li Wei was just too fast. Even top-tier teams like the Seattle Seahawks and the Denver Broncos had proven that.
So for the Washington Commanders, a team whose strength was on par with the Giants’ bottom-of-the-league performance last season, they were completely helpless against Li Wei.
By the second half, the Commander Team’s players had clearly suffered a mental collapse. The attitude of many of them was obvious—’I’m just gonna lie down and take it. I accept my fate. Do your worst.’
The game’s final score was extremely lopsided. Li Wei didn’t even make a single comment about it before once again leaving the stadium in his private helicopter.
"You’ve completely disgraced the Washington Commanders!" the reporter relentlessly berated the Black head coach. "You know what? Maybe you’re just like your ancestors—only good for picking cotton and eating fried chicken!"
At this, everyone was stunned. Security guards immediately rushed in and dragged him out, preventing the hysterical reporter from saying anything more inflammatory.
Wearing his headphones to block out the rotor noise, Li Wei reviewed his haul for the day.
[In this week’s trial, you have defeated the Abyssal Dwarf Legion from the Abyss. They attempted to block the Knight’s charge with a crude shield wall and clumsy meatgrinder tactics, but they overlooked their own height—when the Knight’s warhorse towered over their heads, they knew their fragile defensive line would be torn apart as easily as parchment.]
[In this battle, you have embodied the virtue of ’Fearlessness,’ single-handedly charging their ranks and completely destroying the enemy’s will and dignity.]
[You have received +0.1 Free Attribute Points.]
Li Wei looked at the notification that popped up on his retina and contentedly closed the panel.
He couldn’t care less about the impotent rage of the media and his opponents after the game. All he cared about were the tangible attribute points he’d gained and his weekly, after-tax salary that would exceed 1.54 million USD.
After Thursday Night Football, Li Wei had no more games for the week and entered a relatively relaxing rest week.
On Sunday, he received a call from the construction crew—the first phase of construction on the secret base he had purchased in the suburbs of New Jersey was finally complete.
To avoid getting his new car scratched, Li Wei drove his Cadillac Escalade to the site.
Tens of thousands of square meters of vast land were all his. For now, the perimeter was only crudely fenced off. The only part that had been truly developed was a small, enclosed building deep within the property. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary, small country house.
Inside, however, was a whole different world—there was a small, tactical-grade live-fire shooting range and a hardcore physical testing area designed specifically for measuring extreme strength and explosive power.
Li Wei ignored the various firearms laid out at the shooting range and walked directly into the physical testing area.
There were no conventional commercial gym machines here like bench press racks or dumbbells, because their weights could no longer accurately measure his current limits.
In their place was a series of much more sophisticated-looking devices, all of which Li Wei had purchased using Director Harrison’s credentials.