NBA Dynasty Sniper

“NBA Dynasty Sniper ()”

Entering the arena, Zhao Dong and Ma Long began to warm up.

Except for the Jazz and Knicks, those NBA stars are basically neutral, and they did not choose to support Malone like Jordan did.

Jordan also has some regrets, because he and Malone are not friends, and he has been elbowed by Malone.

On this point, at least Zhao Dong hadn't elbowed him or beaten him, and the Knicks' strength was the only way to win him.

So within two minutes, he quietly moved from Malone's side to Buckley's group.

"Michael, don't you support the postman?" Barkley joked.

"I've already supported it, haven't I?" Jordan said angrily as he elbowed him.

Barkley was elbowed, but he just smiled and didn't return the elbow.

"Traitor." Malone cursed bitterly.

Half an hour later, after warming up, Zhao Dong and Ma Long began to equip and prepare to go on stage.

"Crack..."

The audience was surrounded by reporters, and the camera kept flickering.

They are only allowed to take pictures, but not to take pictures. This is an agreement.

"Feilong, how sure are you of this game?" A reporter asked.

"I'm not sure I can fight? I'm not stupid." Zhao Dongshun said.

To the delight of the media, Fei Long, who was not being interviewed just now, spoke up, and immediately threw out a lot of questions.

But Zhao Dong shut his mouth again, and with the help of Wells and his boxing trainer Ham, he went straight to the ring and began to apply Vaseline.

"Postman, Feilong said he wasn't stupid, so are you stupid? Why did you send him home to be beaten?" A careless reporter turned around and asked Ma Long.

"Puchi!"

It was such a big place, and the people who heard it nearby burst into laughter.

"You are stupid!"

The postman wanted to punch the reporter in the face, snorted angrily, turned around and climbed onto the ring.

"I'm not wrong, you can't beat the flying dragon, you lose every time, if you are stupid or who is stupid?" The reporter asked with a puzzled expression.

"Ha ha……"

Everyone here couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"God of Gamblers, do you want to place a bet?"

Zhao Dong, who was ready, shouted at Jordan in the audience.

Jordan twitched his cheeks. He lost several million dollars to Zhao Dong in the Eastern Finals. Before this season, his annual salary was only three million dollars.

"Bah, I'm not the God of Gamblers!"

Thinking of the nickname Zhao Dong gave him, he wished he could climb up on the stage and beat Zhao Dong right away.

"A million dollars?" he asked.

"How much you want, I just want to see you lose." Zhao Dong laughed.

"Fuck you, you bastard!" Jordan nodded after cursing, "I bet you win, one million dollars."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed.

"..."

The postman blinked, thinking he had misheard.

He's dumbfounded, Jordan, you piece of shit, don't you support me?

"I'll go, Jordan, are you so shameless?" Zhao Dong scolded angrily.

Jordan sneered: "Is there any rule that can't bet like this?"

"Then what a gamble?" Zhao Dong scolded.

"Come on, what are you talking about?"

The postman, who was inadvertently humiliated by Jordan, growled beside him.

"Let's start." Zhao Dong shouted at the judge.

Today is quite formal, there are judges, a timekeeper, three referees, and on-site emergency doctors, all of whom are professional, and this match is also a formal match applied in the name of this boxing gym.

"Boxing!"

The judge checked the preparations of the two, and after a loud shout, the first round began.

Zhao Dong's boxing trainer, Ham, gave him the tactic of using a faster movement speed to fight sports, and hit the postman's flanks around him.

But Zhao Dong didn't accept this tactic. His trump card was injury immunity. Today he wanted to beat the postman head-on, punch for punch,

Dodging the beating made him aggrieved.

At the beginning of the match, he immediately used nondescript sliding steps to grab, rushed up and made two consecutive left and right straight punches.

"Bang bang!"

The postman was unprepared and received two blows, but Zhao Dong's boxing was not very precise, he missed the frame and missed the head.

"Come on, postman, fuck him!" Jordan yelled from below.

"This traitor!"

Hearing Jordan's voice, the postman cursed secretly.

Next, the two two knife fists fell into a face-to-face confrontation.

"boom!"

Zhao Dong's left eye was punched, and the eye circle was red.

"boom!"

The postman was punched in the nose and turned red.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The two sides are old enemies on and off the court, and today they both want to beat each other violently. There is no trick between you and me, and there is no way to defend.

"Feilong, fuck him!"

On the Knicks' side, Oakley, Larry Johnson and others shouted and yelled excitedly, wishing they could go up and do it themselves.

"Postman, blow his head off!"

The jazz also roared and yelled, cheering constantly.

Twenty seconds later, each was punched several times by the opponent, and the fight was very fierce.

The postman couldn't take it anymore, his face was bruised and his face was swollen, his head was already dizzy from several heavy blows, and his body's reaction also slowed down. At this moment, he looked for an opportunity to hug Zhao Dong.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dong happened to take a step back, Ma Long held him empty, and then the former hit the latter's chin with a ferocious uppercut.

"boom!"

Malone's head turned upwards suddenly, the world was turned upside down in an instant, and he fell down with a bang.

"!"

The Taiwan judge yelled to stop, stepped forward and pushed Zhao Dong away.

"Ooooh..." Oakley and the others reveled.

"Carl, stand up, stand up, you are the best!" John Stockton was so anxious that tears were about to come out.

"Shet, they are playing for real, they won't kill anyone, right?" Barkley said suddenly.

"They hit harder than professional boxing, can't they fight anymore? Something will happen." Larry Bird felt a little flustered.

The magician nodded and said: "Professional boxers have better self-protection ability on the head, so they won't be hit so many punches. These two guys have too much personal grievances, and they fight to death, and they don't know how to defend. So If it doesn’t work, there will be big problems, so we can’t fight anymore.”

"The jaw is opened, the postman seems to be unable to handle the flying dragon, and the strongest bench press in the league is useless!" O'Neill said sarcastically.

The corners of Jordan's eyes kept twitching all the time. These are two lunatics.

"Basketball matters still have to be resolved with basketball." He decided, and decided not to play tricks with Zhao Dong in the future, and only play basketball.

On the stage, the postman was not knocked out, he sat up.

His jaw was opened, and there was a bloody gash three to four centimeters long, which opened like a big mouth, and blood flowed down his neck to his chest, which was terrifying.

He felt very dizzy, and shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to get rid of the dizziness, but what he got rid of was a large stream of blood, all sprinkled on the ring.

The Taiwan judge is checking the situation of the postman.

"Postman, get up, don't lie on the floor and pretend to be dead. You waste of time, get up quickly, today we don't play twelve rounds, no one is allowed to step down."

At this time, Zhao Dong took off his mouthguard and started provoking.

"You wait for me."

The postman said angrily, and got up after speaking.

"Sir, let's get started." He shouted at the judge next to him.

He also hit Zhao Dong several times just now, and he felt that he was not at a disadvantage. The KO Zhao Dong was right in front of him, so he didn't want to give up the game.

"You need to block the earthen forest in the wound, and the boxing ring also needs to be wiped." The Taiwan referee reminded.

That's when the postman's boxing assistant climbed into the ring and began to treat his wound.

"Don't worry, postman, you need time to recover, the judges won't rush you, you are not real boxers, you can stay here for a while."

The assistant reminded in a low voice while processing.

"OK!"

The postman also felt that he was not in good shape now, his head was still dizzy, and he just went up to deliver food to Zhao Dong.

Two minutes later, he was still sitting by the post.

"Trash, are you still beating? The donkeys on your farm haven't rested for so long, have they?" Zhao Dong growled.

"Your donkey didn't rest for so long." Oakley and others booed.

"These bastards!"

John Stockton and others scolded one after another.

"Ha ha……"

Barkley and others who watched the excitement burst into laughter.

"Ok?"

The judge finally walked up to the postman and asked.

"OK." The postman felt better and stood up.

The gash on his jaw was covered in vaseline, and it looked disgusting and horrible.

"Boxing!"

The Taiwan referee signaled the two to put on their protective gear. After checking, they ordered the match to start again.

Zhao Dong rushed forward immediately, like an unstoppable bullfighting bull.

He didn't defend much either, he just wanted to hit the postman violently, and his fist went to the opponent's head.

The postman was in the same situation as him, and wanted to beat him up too.

"Bang bang bang..."

The two punches began again.

"Boom!"

Five seconds later, in the confrontation between the two, Ma Long fell to the ground again.

"Get up, you weak scum, don't lie on the floor and pretend to be dead..." Zhao Dong roared from the ring.

"Asshole..."

Malone, bloodied and gasping, began to crawl, his right cheekbone opened.

Two or three minutes later, the match between the two began again.

"boom!"

Ten seconds later, Malone fell to the ground again in a confrontation.

"Get up, don't lie on the floor and pretend to be dead!" Zhao Dong's roar sounded again.

"It can't be done, keep fighting, the postman will be beaten to death." Barkley and others, who were planning to watch a lively scene, panicked.

Postman Malone climbed up again, then took a break and then the fight continued before being knocked down again.

At the end of the first round, Malone had been knocked down five times, and one round lasted almost fifteen minutes.

"!..."

The judge noticed that the postman's movements were visibly stiff, and he didn't know how to dodge at all. After being punched several times in a row, he didn't respond. He immediately rushed forward and separated the two at the risk of shouting the password.

"Boom!"

As soon as Ma Long was separated, he fell directly on his back on the ring, unable to get up again.

At this time, his sanity was basically gone, his eyeballs didn't move much, his face was bloody, his whole face was swollen, his nose was broken, and a few teeth were knocked out, which may have been swallowed by him. He was punched again on the chin, and the blood flowed to the chest again, looking horrific.

"hey-hey……"

Zhao Dong, who was pushed away by the Taiwan judge, gasped for a few moments. Seeing the postman's appearance, he felt great and couldn't help laughing smugly.

"Postman, don't pretend to be dead, get up and fight me." Taking off his mouthguard, his growl sounded again.

Compared with Ma Long, his condition is much better. Only his nose was broken and blood was seen, but his face was also bruised and swollen, so he was in a mess.

However, he was exempted due to injuries, which were only traumatic injuries, and they were not serious. He also received dozens of punches in the head. With the postman's upper body strength, he didn't even feel dizzy.

At this time, the judge checked the situation of the postman, then scored with both hands, directly stopping the game.

"Grass, so unbeaten?"

Seeing the judge's gesture, Zhao Dong cursed secretly.

The postman didn't respond at all, except for heavy breathing.

"Send him to the hospital. He must have suffered a concussion. He may have intracranial hemorrhage." The emergency doctor who came up for examination said at this time.

"Quick, hurry up!"

Stockton and several Jazz players panicked and shouted at two male nurses carrying stretchers.

"Give me a message to the postman so that he won't mess with me in the future, or I'll ask him out." Zhao Dong yelled at Stockton.

Stockton twitched his face again and again. When he looked at Zhao Dong, a look of horror flashed in his heart, and he quickly ran away with the stretcher.

"Sir Barkley, can't you fight? In order to settle our grievances, do you want to come up and fight? The postman is too useless. I just got excited, and he can't do it. Come on, let me Have a good time?"

Zhao Dong waved and shouted at Barkley on the ring.

"roll!"

Barkley scolded.

But he saw that the bastard Feilong was also punched in the head many times, but he acted as if nothing happened, what does this mean? This means that he can resist the blow.

It's okay if you hit him, but if he hits you, are you okay? When I am stupid?

"Let me just say that the postman is a fool." The reporter who interviewed the postman said at this time.

"Puchi! Haha..." Everyone burst out laughing while bursting into laughter.

"Looking for a place to have a drink?" the magician said now.

"OK." Barkley nodded.

"Flying dragon, together?" the magician asked.

"I've got to have a fight with Mr. Jordan first. He might be interested in kicking me in the ring. Of course, I'm also interested in beating him upright."

Zhao Dong laughed and waved at Jordan, "God of Gamblers, come here..."

"Fuck right!"

After swearing, Jordan turned and left.

"coward!"

Zhao Dong cursed, and shouted to everyone: "Let's go, let's have a drink. After drinking, I'll take you to pick up girls. I have a big resource pool in Shixi..."

"New York Cannon King, Stony Brook doesn't welcome you anymore." A reporter yelled.

"Ha ha……"

Everyone laughed again.

"You bastards, after this season, you follow me wherever I go. Did you ever take a picture of me taking a girl to a hotel? No, I am the most disciplined player in the NBA. Your hype is hype, but if you dare Put that nickname on my head and I'll definitely let my lawyers sue you till you're bankrupt."

Zhao Dong immediately turned around and roared.

The reporters were embarrassed for a while, because they never took a picture of Zhao Dong taking a girl to a hotel.

"The postman failed miserably and has been admitted to the ICU. His career has since been suspended, and the Jazz has suffered heavy losses." New York TV reported.

"Flying dragon showed super fighting ability, knocked down opponents six times, and KO the postman in one round. He can be called the most brutal superstar in the league, and he deserves to be the first of the four villains." New York Times special issue.

Since noon, the boxing match between Zhao Dong and the postman Malone has spread all over the world, and countless media rushed to report or reproduce it.

Zhao Dong was fine. After Grant left the boxing gym in peace, he went straight back to the team headquarters.

Now that the player has entered the offseason, it is the busiest period for him.

After returning to the headquarters, sitting behind the desk, he pinched his chin and thought about it for the last time. As if he had made up his mind, he picked up the receiver and made a call.

Far away in West Texas, old Nelson, who was about to enter the gate of the Mavericks headquarters, rang his cell phone, and he stopped the car.

"Hello, I'm Nelson...Nel?" He was a little surprised when he heard the voice from the other side.

When he left the Knicks last season, he and Grant were not happy because he was fired.

He only stayed in the Knicks for one season, but because he wanted to trade Ewing, he was killed by Ewing and the management, which made him very upset.

But it's okay to be unhappy. He is an old man in the league and is preparing to join the Mavericks as the general manager, so he will not express any dissatisfaction with Grant.

"Yes, Don, I have something I want to talk to you about. Do you have time?" Grant said on the opposite side.

"Of course. Wait a minute, I'll park the car."

Old Nelson put down his cell phone, turned the car around, and parked on the side of the road.

"Okay, Nell, now you can talk."

"Well, well, Don, I want you back."

"What?" Old Nelson was stunned.

Grant bastard, what do you want? Van Gundy just led his team to win the championship and won the title of coach of the season. Are you going to fire him?

Of course, this is not what he cares about. What he wants to know is, what does Grant think? Fired him last season, but let him go back after winning the championship this season?

"Why?" He asked very puzzled.

Grant said: "You should know Jeff's ability, he is your assistant coach."

"certainly."

Old Nelson certainly knew that Van Gundy was not good at offense and had too little experience. To be honest, he thought Van Gundy might not have played a big role in the Knicks' championship this year.

Grant said at this time: "Ewing injured his cruciate ligament, you know, we are not sure how he will be in next season, so we want to trade him..."

"ha?"

Old Nelson wanted to laugh, but stopped because it was too rude.

Grant is also very embarrassed. Last year, it may be possible to exchange Ewing for half of O'Neal. This year, it may be difficult to exchange Ewing for O'Neal's thigh.

"Don, our lineup for next season may be difficult. Larry Johnson is no longer good, and the two veterans inside can't play for a few minutes. We need an experienced coach. Jeff is not up to the task..." Grant said.

"So you want me to go back?" Old Nelson said.

"Yes, Feilong is a superstar who prefers to attack. Jeff's coaching style may not suit him. Of course, this is my opinion." Grant said.

Hearing Grant mention the flying dragon, old Nelson couldn't help but cheer up.

To be honest, the reason why he was interested in chatting with Grant was nothing but Feilong.

He has no idea that a good horse will not turn back, but he can't accept that he was fired last season and let him go back this season.

However, if he can coach a supernova like Feilong who can win the championship with a single core, he is very happy.

He likes Zhao Dong's technical characteristics. The super version integrates offense and defense. He is also good at organization and can play in all five positions.

His current basketball philosophy is to blur his position.

But this basketball concept was resisted by Ewing when he coached the Knicks last season, which is one of the reasons why he wanted to trade Ewing.

But now Zhao Dong has become the core of the Knicks, and because of Ewing's injury, there is a high probability that he will be the team's only core on the court next season. Zhao Dong's technical characteristics are very in line with his philosophy.

Moreover, Zhao Dong's speed is comparable to that of a guard, which is also to his liking, because he used to play a fast style in the Warriors, with a lot of fast breaks.

Offensive like a storm, this is his offensive style, coupled with the Knicks' iron-blooded defense, these Zhao Dong can play well, so if he comes to coach Zhao Dong?

"Do you want to go back?"

Grant was still persuading him over there, but old Nelson was already moved.

For a coach, there is nothing more exciting than the realization of his basketball philosophy. Now that an opportunity is in front of him, what reason does he have to refuse? Face doesn't matter at all.

"Nair, have you talked to Jeff?" he asked.

"Oh, not yet. Oh, Don, did you say yes?"

Grant's mind was quite flexible, and he immediately understood what Old Nelson said.

"I hope Jeff can continue to serve as the team's assistant coach, I need his defensive ability." Old Nelson said.

"OK, I'll talk to him right away. In fact, he's under a lot of pressure because Feilong wants to defend the dynasty. He's under too much pressure. I know his hair is falling out a lot. He's really pitiful. He's worried until late at night every day. .” Grant said happily.

After hanging up the phone, the old Nelson called the Mavericks owner Ross Pilot with some regrets, informing him of the cancellation of the contract.

"Why?"

Rosperot on the opposite side asked very puzzled.

"Because I'm going to coach a little guy who can lead the team to beat Jordan, I can't resist that temptation, so I'm sorry."

Old Nelson laughed.

In the afternoon, the postman Karl Malone came out after the inspection. The continuous heavy blows caused him to have a severe concussion, a broken nose, and lost two front teeth.

Whether he can continue his NBA career in the future depends on his recovery.

This is also because the two fought too hard. If they fight slowly and not too fiercely, over time, they fight more rounds, suffer more heavy blows, and accumulate brain injuries, the consequences will be more serious. Killing is very possible.

In other words, the longer he persisted, the more likely Zhao Dong, who was immune to injuries, would kill him.

In the professional boxing arena, those boxers who are killed are basically small-weight boxers, because they do not have too strong punching power. Heavyweight boxers are likely to KO opponents with one punch, but small-weight boxers will not Like Zhao Dong, he quickly KOs the postman. The more rounds he plays like that, after a game, if he is hit on the head two or three hundred times, the brain injuries will accumulate, and the final outbreak will be over.

Ma Long was lying on the hospital bed, his whole body was extremely sluggish, his eyes stared at the ceiling in a daze without focus, and he had to close them after a long time, because he still felt severe dizziness.

The head injury is one aspect. This amateur boxing match has dealt too much psychological blow to him. He thought he could win Zhao Dong with his strong upper body strength, but he lost miserably and was sent to the hospital again. This time The injury was even more serious, and I didn't even know it before the season and couldn't recover.

He was beaten into the hospital twice and beaten violently several times. He has already had a psychological shadow on Zhao Dong. Whenever he thinks of Zhao Dong, his head hurts.

"Karl, don't think about those things, take a good rest." Kai Jinsai said.

He glanced unconsciously at his wife, Kay Kinsey, by the hospital bed, and asked, "How is that guy?"

"Flying dragon?"

Kaijinsey smiled bitterly and said, "It is said that he didn't even go to the hospital, and went directly to drink with the magician and Barkley."

"..."

Karl Malone opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only a huge shock came to his heart.

"Am I so weak under his hands?" This was his only thought at this moment.