NBA Dynasty Sniper

"NBA Dynasty Sniper (

After entering the arena, Zhao Dong and Malone began to warm up.

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

Jordan also regretted it a bit, because he and Malone were not friends, he had suffered Malone's elbow.

At this point, Zhao Dong hasn't elbow him yet, nor has he beaten him. Winning him is also based on the strength of the Knicks.

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

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

"I've already supported it, haven't I?" Jordan pushed it forward with a elbow, and said in an angry manner.

Barkley was elbowed, and he just smiled and returned without elbow.

"Traitor." Ma Long scolded bitterly.

After half an hour, after warming up, Zhao Dong and Ma Long began to equip them, and then they were ready to take the stage.

"Crack..."

The audience was crowded with reporters, and the camera kept flickering.

They are only allowed to take pictures, but not allowed to take pictures. This is all agreed.

"Feilong, how confident are you of this game?" a reporter asked.

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

The media was overjoyed, and Feilong, who had not been interviewed just now, spoke, and a lot of questions were immediately thrown out.

However, Zhao Dong closed his mouth again, and with the help of Wells and his boxing trainer Ham, went straight to the ring and began to smear Vaseline.

"Postman, Feilong said he was not stupid, so are you stupid? Why did you send it to the door and be beaten?" A lack-eyed reporter asked when he turned around and ran over to Ma Long.

"Puff!"

With such a large area, the people who heard it nearby laughed.

"You are stupid!"

The postman couldn't wait to punch the reporter in the face, grunt, and then climbed onto the ring.

"I'm not wrong, you can't beat Feilong, and you lose every time. Isn't you stupid or who?" The reporter looked suspicious.

"Ha ha……"

Everyone here couldn't help it, and laughed.

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

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

Jordan's face was pumped, but he lost several million dollars to Zhao Dong in the Eastern Conference Finals. Before this season, his salary for a year was only three million dollars. He was distressed to death, but face is important, he is a **** of gamblers.

"Bah, I am not a **** of gamblers!"

Thinking of the nickname Zhao Dong gave him, he couldn't wait to climb up to the stage and beat Zhao Dong right away.

"A million dollars?" he asked.

"How much you are free, 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 shit, don't you support me?

"I'm going, Jordan, do you really want to face it?" Zhao Dong cursed badly.

Jordan sneered: "Are there any rules that can't bet like this?"

"Then you gamble?" Zhao Dong cursed.

"Come on, what nonsense?"

The postman who was inadvertently humiliated by Jordan roared nearby.

"Let's get started." Zhao Dong shouted at the judge.

Today was quite formal. There was a Taiwan referee. There were also a timekeeper, three referees, and on-site emergency doctors. They were all professional, and this match was also a formal match applied for in the name of this boxing gym.

"Boxing!"

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

Zhao Dong's boxing trainer Ham gave him the tactics to use faster movement speeds to fight sports warfare and hit his flank around the postman.

But Zhao Dong didn't accept this tactic. His trump card was injury and exemption. Today, he was going to beat the postman head-on, with one punch for another, and avoiding the beating made him feel aggrieved.

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

"Boom!"

The postman was unprepared and suffered two blows, but Zhao Dong's boxing method was not very precise, he did not hit the brace or hit the head.

"Come on, postman, **** him!" Jordan roared below.

"This traitor!"

Hearing Jordan's voice, the postman cursed secretly.

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

"boom!"

Zhao Dong's left eye was punched, and his eyes were red.

"boom!"

The postman was punched in the nose and turned red.

"Boom boom boom..."

Both sides are old enemies off the court, and today they want to beat each other violently. Between you and me, there are no rules, no defense, no defense, and constant heavy blows.

"Flying dragon, **** him!"

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

"Postman, blow his head!"

The Jazz yelled and yelled and cheered constantly.

After more than twenty seconds, each of them was hit several times by the opponent, which was very fierce.

The postman couldn't take it anymore, his face was already blue and swollen. Several heavy blows made his head feel dizzy and his body's reaction slowed down. At this time, he looked for an opportunity to hug Zhao Dong.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dong just took a step back, and Ma Long hugged him, and then the former made a fierce uppercut and hit the latter's chin.

"boom!"

Ma Long's head suddenly turned up, and the sky was turned upside down in an instant, with a bang, but fell down.

"!"

The referee shouted to stop, and stepped forward and pushed Zhao Dong away.

"Ooh..." Oakley and the others reveled.

"Carl, stand up, stand up, you are the best!" John Stockton was so anxious that tears came out.

"Xiete, they are playing for real, will not kill them?" Barkley said suddenly.

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

The magician nodded and said: "Professional boxers are more capable of self-protection on the head, and will not be hit by so many punches. These two guys have too much grievance, they fight to the death, and they are not very defensive, so If you can’t go down, there will be major problems and you can’t fight anymore.”

"The chin is opened. The postman seems to be unable to do the flying dragon, and the league's strongest bench press is useless!" O'Neal said coldly.

The corner of Jordan's eyes kept jumping next to him, and there were two madmen in particular.

"Basketball matters still have to be solved with basketball." He decided, and later decided not to play outside moves with Zhao Dong, only to play basketball.

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

His chin was opened, and there was a **** mouth three to four centimeters long, which was opened like a big mouth. The blood flowed down the neck to the 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 threw off was a large amount of blood, which was spilled on the ring.

The reporter is checking the postman's condition.

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

At this time, Zhao Dong took off his mouthguard and began to provoke.

"You wait for me."

The postman furiously said, and got up.

"Sir, let's start." He yelled at the desk judge next to him.

He also hit Zhao Dong several punches just now, and he didn't think he was a disadvantage. KO Zhao Dong was right in front of him, so he didn't want to give up the game.

"You need to block the mortal forest in the wound, and the ring also needs to be wiped." The station judge reminded.

At this time, the postman's boxing assistant climbed onto the ring and began to treat his wounds.

"Don't worry, postman, you need time to recover. The Taiwanese referee will not rush you. You are not real boxers. You can stay here for more time."

The assistant reminded in a low voice while processing.

"OK!"

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

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

"Trash, can you still fight? The donkey on your farm hasn't rested for so long, right?" Zhao Dong roared.

"Your donkey hasn't rested for so long." Oakley and others roared.

"These bastards!"

John Stockton and others scolded.

"Ha ha……"

Barkley, who was watching the excitement, burst into laughter.

"Ok?"

The Taiwan official finally walked to the postman and asked.

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

The gap in his chin was smeared in the earth forest, which looked disgusting and terrifying.

"Boxing!"

The referee instructed the two to wear protective gear, and after checking, ordered the game to start again.

Zhao Dong rushed forward for the first time, like an unstoppable bullfight.

He didn't defend very much, just about to beat the postman, his fists were directed at the opponent's head.

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

"Boom boom..."

The two's Wang Ba fist confrontation 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 play dead..." Zhao Dong's roar sounded from the ring.

"Asshole..."

The blood-stained Ma Long started to get up while panting, and his right cheekbones were opened.

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

"boom!"

Ten seconds later, Ma Long fell to the ground in a confrontation.

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

"No way, continue fighting, the postman will be killed." Barkley and others who were planning to watch a lively event were a little panicked.

The postman Malone got up again, then rested for a while before the boxing match continued, and then was 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 Taiwanese official found that the postman's movements were obviously stiff, and he didn't know he had dodged, and he received several punches. There was no response. He immediately shouted the password while rushing to risk the separation of the two.

"Boom!"

As soon as Ma Long was separated, he fell directly on his back and couldn't get up again.

At this time, his sanity was basically gone, his eyeballs didn't move much, his face was full of blood, his entire face was beaten and swollen, his nose was broken, and his teeth were knocked off a few more, which may have been swallowed by him. There was another punch on the chin, and the blood flowed to his chest again, looking terrifying.

"Hey-hey……"

Zhao Dong, who was pushed aside by the Taiwanese referee, took a breather, and when he saw the postman's appearance, his heart was refreshed, and he couldn't help laughing smugly.

"Postman, don't pretend to be dead, get up and fight with me." He took off his mouthguard, and his roar sounded again.

Compared to Ma Long, his condition is much better, only his nose is broken and he sees blood, but his face is also swollen and bruised, so embarrassed.

However, there were injuries and exemptions. These were all traumas, and they were not serious. He had dozens of punches in the head. With the postman's upper limb strength far stronger than him, he didn't feel dizzy.

At this time, the referee checked the postman's situation, then scored with both hands and directly aborted the game.

"Grass, so casual?"

Seeing the Taiwanese referee's gesture, Zhao Dong cursed secretly.

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

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

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Stockton and some of the Jazz players were a little panicked and shouted at the two male nurses who were carrying the stretcher.

"Bring me a word to the postman, so that he will not provoke me in the future, or I will ask him to come." Zhao Dong shouted at Stockton.

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

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

Zhao Dong beckoned and shouted at Barkley on the ring.

"roll!"

Barkley cursed.

But he saw that Feilong, the bastard, had also been hit with a lot of punches in the head, but he seemed to be okay. What does this mean? This means that he can resist.

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

"I said, the postman is a fool." The reporter who interviewed the postman just now said.

"Puff! Haha..." Everyone laughed while laughing.

"Find a place to have a drink?" The magician said at this time.

"OK." Barkley nodded.

"Flying dragon, together?" the magician asked.

"I have to fight with Mr. Jordan first. He may be interested in teaching me in the ring. Of course, I am also interested in beating him upright."

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

"Fuck right!"

With a foul language, Jordan turned around and left.

"coward!"

Zhao Dong cursed and shouted to everyone: "Go, let's have a drink, after drinking, I will take you to pick up girls, I have a large resource bank in Stony Brook..."

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

"Ha ha……"

Everyone laughed again.

"You bastards, I've come this season, and you will follow wherever I go. Have you ever photographed me taking a girl to a hotel? No, Lao Tzu is the most self-disciplined player in the NBA. Put this nickname on my head and I will definitely let my lawyer sue you for bankruptcy."

Zhao Dong immediately turned around and shouted.

The reporters were embarrassed for a while, because they hadn't really taken a photo of Zhao Dong taking a girl to a hotel.

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

"Flying dragon demonstrated super resistance ability, knocked down opponents six times, KO postman in one round, called the league's most brutal superstar, worthy of 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 have rushed to report or reprint it.

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

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

After returning to the headquarters, sitting behind the desk, he pinched his chin and considered for a while, as if made up his mind, he picked up the microphone and made a call.

In the far west of Texas, old Nelson, who was about to enter the gate of the Mavericks headquarters, rang, and he stopped the car.

"Hello, this is Nelson...Nair?" He was a little surprised when he heard the voice opposite.

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, because he wanted to trade Ewing, and then he was killed by Ewing and the management team, which made him very unhappy.

But he was unhappy, he was an old man in the league, and he was about to join the Mavericks as the general manager, so he would not express any dissatisfaction with Grant.

"Yes, Tang, I want to talk to you about something, do you have time?" Grant said.

"Of course. Wait a minute and I will park the car."

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

"Well, Nair, now you can talk."

"That's it, um, Tang, I hope you come back."

"What?" Old Nelson was stunned.

Bastard Grant, what do you want? Van Gundy just led the team to win the championship and won the title of coach of the season. Are you trying 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 he won the championship this season but let him go back?

"Why?" He was very puzzled.

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

"certainly."

Of course, the old Nelson knew that Van Gundy was not good at offense and had too little experience. To be honest, this year the Knicks won the championship. He thinks Van Gundy's role in it may not be great. It is really that the super new star performed a little too tough.

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

"what?"

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

Grant is also very embarrassed. Last year, Ewing may be able to trade for more than half of O'Neal. This year, Ewing may be difficult to trade O'Neal for a thigh.

"Tang, our lineup for next season may be difficult. Larry Johnson will not work anymore. Two veterans inside can't play for a few minutes. We need an experienced coach. Jeff is not up to this task..." Grant said.

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

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

Hearing Grant mentioned the flying dragon, old Nelson couldn't help but lift his spirits.

To be honest, the reason why he was interested in talking with Grant was not because of the flying dragon.

He doesn't have the idea of ​​a good horse, but he opened him last season and let him go back this season. He couldn't accept it.

However, he would be very happy if he could coach a supernova like the Flying Dragon who can win a single-core championship.

He likes the technical characteristics of Zhao Dong's playing, the super version of offensive and defensive integration, and he is also good at organizing, he can play in all five positions.

His current basketball philosophy is to blur the 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 field next season. With Zhao Dong's technical characteristics, it is in line with his philosophy.

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

Attack is like a storm, this is his offensive tactical style, coupled with the Knicks' iron-blooded defense, these Zhao Dong can be played out, so if he comes to coach Zhao Dong?

"Do you want to go back?"

Grant was still persuading him over there, but the old Nelson was already in his heart.

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

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

"Oh, not yet. Oh, Tang, did you agree?"

Grant's mind was quite flexible, and he immediately understood from the words of old Nelson.

"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 is under a lot of pressure because Feilong wants to defend the dynasty. He is under too much pressure. I know he has lost a lot of hair again. He is really pitiful and worries late at night. "Grant said happily.

After hanging up the phone, Old Nelson regretfully dialed Mavericks owner Rose Plot to inform him to cancel the contract.

"why?"

The opposite Ross Pilot asked very puzzled.

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

Old Nelson laughed.

In the afternoon, the postman Karl Malone's examination came out, and the continuous heavy blows caused him to have a severe concussion, a broken nose, and the loss of two front teeth.

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

This is also because the two are fighting too hard. If you slowly fight ~www.novelmt.com~ if you don’t fight too aggressively, over time, you can fight more rounds and suffer more heavy blows and accumulate brain injuries. It will be more serious, and it is very possible to be killed directly.

In other words, the longer he persists, the more likely it is that Zhao Dong, who is immune to injuries, will kill him.

In the professional boxing ring, those fighters who were beaten to death were basically small-weight boxers, because they did not have too strong punching power. Heavyweight boxers are likely to knock out their opponents with one punch, but small-weight boxers will not. Just like Zhao Dong, KO the postman quickly. The more rounds he played, the more head hits after a match, the brain injuries would accumulate, and the last outbreak would be over.

Ma Long was lying on the hospital bed, his whole person extremely wilted, his eyes staring at the ceiling in a daze, and he had to close it for a long time because he still felt severe dizziness.

The head injury is one aspect. This amateur boxing match has dealt a great psychological blow to him. He thought he could beat Zhao Dong with his strong upper limbs, but he lost terribly and was sent to the hospital again. The injury was more serious and he couldn't recover without knowing it before the season.

He was beaten into the hospital twice and beaten several times. He had already created a psychological shadow on Zhao Dong. As long as he thought of Zhao Dong, his head would sting.

"Carl, don't think about those things, take a good rest," Kekinsey said.

He unconsciously glanced at his wife Kay Kinsey by the hospital bed and asked, "That guy, how is he?"

"Flying Dragon?"

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

"..."

Karl Malone opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but only a huge shock came to his mind.

"Am I so weak under his hand?" This was his only thought at this time.