The Whip of the God of Basketball

The Celtics training camp is proceeding in an orderly manner. As the training intensity increases and the number of projects increases, the Celtics players increasingly feel that their brains are somewhat insufficient.

First of all, Leon's Hawkeye training system opened the eyes of all the Celtics newcomers, especially Rick Carlisle. He didn't expect this guy to have such an ability to cheat. In this regard, other assistant coaches said that Carlisle was unusual.

Kevin Garnett, on the other hand, has really strong adaptability. In just two days, he was able to fully accept Leon's strange training defense and performed very well in the training. Although this will be his ninth season in the league and nearly ten years of NBA experience, his physical condition is excellent and his skills and consciousness have reached their peak.

And when the training gradually got on track, the team rarely saw the players laughing and joking, and everyone began to tense up. Especially after the preseason started in October, the entire team entered a war-ready state.

Every morning, the players arrive early and start free practice. Some strengthen strength, some strengthen shooting, and some find assistant coaches to polish their skills, or simply practice physical fitness. From top to bottom, the Celtics are in a good training atmosphere, except for one person, and that is veteran Strickland.

When training camp just started in mid-September, Strickland did not participate immediately and was the only player absent. But as a veteran, the team can understand it. After all, in this league, seniority still has many privileges.

So this old gentleman didn't arrive until the end of September, when the preseason was about to start. The boss reluctantly came to Boston to participate in the training camp.

And within two days of arriving, I asked Arenas and Pierce about which bars in Boston were fun and which nightclubs were exciting. These two had been training hard all summer and sweated the most in the training camp. How could they bother to go to bars and nightclub.

So after asking again and again, Strickland couldn't ask anything. So after training on the afternoon of October 2, he actually asked about Fox-Leon.

"Hey Fox, is there anything fun in Boston at night?" Strickland asked standing in front of Leon's car in the parking lot. This veteran who has been playing in the NBA for more than ten years has long lost his glory days. He has become a court bastard, relying on his remaining abilities to find a team in the NBA to earn a living.

Veterans are like this. If used well, they are a treasure. They can become the spiritual catalyst of the team and bring positive energy to the team.

Danny Ainge signed him, of course, based on the idea that a veteran is like a treasure. As for whether this veteran can become a treasure, it naturally depends on Leon's training.

In terms of age, Strickland is older than Leon, so from the bottom of his heart, Strickland does not respect Leon very much. An old ball player like him doesn't care whether a coach has won a championship or not. What they look at is qualifications. In his eyes, a guy like Leon who has no qualifications is no different from a rookie like Diaw.

When Leon heard this old guy asking this question, it hit him. He wanted to teach him a lesson, but then he thought that it was useless for you to reason with such an old player, unless you were Michael Jordan, so Leon Ang changed his mind and decided to take him out to play.

When most players in the NBA talk about having fun, they only focus on three aspects: drinking, gambling, women, and a few who are involved in contraband. Leon directly asked Strickland to get in the car and wanted to take him to the neighborhoods of Boston's South End to experience the elegance of Boston at night.

Since becoming famous, Leon rarely goes to the South District. There is a past there that he doesn't want to involve. He is also worried about being encountered by the Irish Gang, which will be a big trouble.

However, he still decided to take Strickland to a bar and casino where he and Rodman used to go, so that Strickland could experience hope and despair at the gambling table.

Strickland was still quite excited. One of his biggest hobbies was drinking and the other was gambling. In Leon's car, he talked about his gambling experience in various cities, how to win money and how to lose money. .

Leon sneered at this. He wanted to tell him that he was basically a VIP in major casinos in the United States. He was immediately treated as a guest when he went there. Will Strickland immediately become his disciple?

Soon, Leon drove to his destination, a bar called "Capone". The bar had a small facade, which was a unique style in Boston. It was a big shop with a small door. Once inside, there was something special.

The bar is divided into three floors, with a dance floor on the first floor, private rooms on the second floor, and a casino on the third floor. Leon took Strickland straight to the third floor as soon as he entered the bar. It was tonight and Leon was going to tell Strickland to lose cleanly and help him win the money back. He would also warn him not to gamble in the future. train.

As soon as he arrived on the third floor, Leon felt something was wrong. He had been here many times in the past. The casino on the third floor was divided into two rooms on the left and right, with gambling machines on one side and a casino with a banker on the other. The business here has always been very good, the left and right doors are always open, and customers can go wherever they want to play.

But tonight, the door to the room with the gambling machine on the right was closed. Although it seemed that there was no big problem, Leon, who had always been careful, felt that there was something wrong. He grabbed Strickland, who was about to continue walking, and then heard someone following him up the stairs behind him.

At this time, the door to the right room, which was ajar, opened, and two big men with knives rushed out.

Leon knew that he would be in trouble if he accidentally came to the South District this time. He pulled the somewhat frightened Strickland with his left hand and rushed towards the stairs. With his right hand, he picked up the stainless steel trash can in front of the stairs and glanced at the guy who followed him up. The guy was holding a machete in his hand.

The guy in the lead was knocked unconscious, and Leon then kicked him down the stairs. The stairs in Boston bars are very narrow. There were three people following them. The one in front was the strongest. He fainted and rolled again, and the two behind him all staggered.

Leon was like a tiger going down the stairs. He stepped on the three guys three steps at a time and went down to the second floor. Although Strickland was frightened behind him, he was a professional athlete after all and his hands and feet were very fast. He followed Leon. Ang rushed to the first floor in a few seconds.

Leon encountered no obstacles on the first and second floors. It seemed that the other party suddenly discovered Fox-Leon's whereabouts and did not carefully prepare for the ambush.

"It must be someone from the Irish Gang!" This thought flashed through Leon's mind. He didn't expect that after such a long time, the Irish Gang still refused to let him go, even though he was now a celebrity in Boston. Perhaps it was because he was a celebrity in Boston that Frank kept staring at him.

After arriving on the first floor, Leon asked Strickland to leave quickly and asked him to call the police as soon as he went out.

Although Strickland didn't know what happened, he was an old man. He had grown up in the black area of ​​New York. He had eaten there and knew that something must have happened. He opened his legs and headed towards the door regardless. run. There was no obstruction along the way, he just ran out.

Leon was not in a hurry to leave. The dance floor on the first floor was still packed with people, and the movement on the third floor did not affect people twisting their bodies in the lights and music at all. Leon disappeared into the crowd quietly like a shark, his eyes searching everywhere to see if he could find Frank.

He still remembered Frank, the bald guy with a golden beard who always wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. In fact, he was not short-sighted at all, just to make himself look classy.

Soon, Frank was seen in the corner on the east side of Leon. He had come down from the second floor. He was looking around, as if he was also looking for Leon.

Frank also accidentally learned tonight that this guy Fox Leon was here. In the past, he heard that Leon came here often, but he had never met him once. Since Leon surprisingly became the Celtics coach, Frank's resentment towards this guy has grown deeper and deeper.

Frank has been waiting for him in the South District since he escaped from prison three years ago. Who would have thought that after more than three years of waiting, this guy would become a celebrity, and this summer he would become a hero in Boston. Leon became a hero, and Frank became a bear. Inheriting Bulger's style, Frank, who must avenge himself, turned a big somersault on Leon.

Now in the South District, he is no longer the one-word leader. More and more people dare to resist him. You must know that Bulger's Irish gang is not a big gang. The way they maintain their power is not to recruit countless younger brothers. It's the prestige that comes from being true to your word and retributing your revenge.

Without this, there would be no basis for their survival.

Tonight, one of Frank's men actually saw Fox-Leon driving his car to the bar from the balcony, and Frank decided to teach him a lesson.

Naturally, he didn't dare to kill Leon, but he still dared to let him get hurt, suffer a little, and leave something behind. This would not only make him become the sworn enemy of Boston and be hunted down by the police, but also Let his lost prestige be restored, even better than before.

So, Frank hurriedly summoned five thugs, two went up the other stairs to the third floor to ambush, and three outflanked from behind. Unexpectedly, Leon was so sharp and relied on a fierce aura to actually run away.

Frank looked at the people still dancing on the dance floor on the first floor, and the light here was extremely bad. He knew that Leon should not be found.

Frank was about to go back to the second floor and spend the night in the private room. At this time, he saw someone walking towards him against the light of the dance floor. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he just felt that the person seemed to be coming towards him. of.

"Who? Mark?" Frank thought it was his subordinate Mark Willis.

Then Frank felt a fast black shadow rushing towards him. His body froze and he could no longer run, and a huge fist flew towards him.

He heard the sound of his nose bones breaking, echoing in the cavity of his skull.