NBA Dynasty Sniper

"Boom!"

A left-hand abdomen fist blasted between Zhao Dong's chest and abdomen, hitting the liver area exactly, and the powerful impact began to hit the liver.

In the next instant, twisting his waist and hooking his arms, Tyson once again blasted a fierce right slant uppercut, which blasted Zhao Dong's left temple from the side.

This combo, the upper right uppercut from the back, he instinctively shot ahead.

Because the first punch was in the middle of the liver area, he instinctively thought that Zhao Dong would be bent down by him and his head would be lowered. What he hit was the position where his head would reach in the next moment, which was about half a foot ahead of time. A distance of five centimeters.

However, he underestimated Zhao Dong's ability to fight against, and his mid-hepatic abdominal punch did not cause enough damage to Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong was indeed bend down, but not much.

In the next moment, Tyson's right fist rubbed Zhao Dong's forehead and hit the air.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, Zhao Dong's upper right uppercut hit Tyson's chin.

This punch hit the key again, hitting Tyson's upper body abruptly backwards, staggering back as the saliva splashed.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Dong quickly followed up and launched a combined punch attack.

Tyson didn't lose his mind, so he hurriedly embraced the frame.

"Boom!"

A right swing hit Tyson's left frame.

"Boom!"

The right swing followed the left swing, and it hit Tyson's right frame.

"Boom!"

Catch a step, a fierce and fast backhand made a straight punch, blasted a double fight, and hit Tyson’s forehead, causing him to retreat two strides, banging, and hitting the bottom post. .

"Oh, it's another round of counterattacks. Both sides have hits, but the performance of Feilong is so amazing. He forced the iron man Michael into the bottom corner!"

On the espn live broadcast, Rose said in surprise.

The referee continued to stare at Tyson. As long as Tyson is unresponsive, he may stop the game at any time.

"Tyson, solve you right here."

When Tyson hit the bottom post, Zhao Dong pushed to the front, took a deep breath, opened his arms fully, and then began the most ferocious re-swing attack.

"Feilong's general attack has begun!"

Seeing Zhao Dong's movement of fully opening his arms, Thomson said with excitement.

"Boom! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Eight consecutive re-swings, more than 600 pounds of fist strength, like a cluster of heavy artillery attacks, completely collapsed Tyson's holding frame.

Under the powerful blow, his arms were paralyzed, and there was no hug, which exposed his head directly to Zhao Dong's firepower.

next moment……

"Boom!"

A fierce right swing hit Tyson's left temple, causing Tyson's head to shake violently.

With the violent head swing, a large piece of flesh was directly torn apart by the huge force, and the mouthguard flew out of the ring in the splash of saliva.

"boom!"

At the moment of the punch, Tyson felt a buzz in his mind, and then he lost all perception of the world.

"Boom!"

The majestic body slammed down.

"!"

The referee urgently called the game to a halt, rushed to the front of Zhao Dong, and pushed him back while giving instructions.

Zhao Dong stepped back and stared at Tyson with a fierce look.

"Wow!"

Seeing that Tyson had fallen into a coma, he turned around abruptly, strode to the neutral corner, waved his fists at countless fans, and let out a beastly roar.

"boom!"

Countless boxing fans frantically began to respond to Zhao Dong.

"Kkkkkkkkkk...ko!"

"Iron Man Zhao Dongko Iron Man Michael Tyson, he knocked Tyson in the 172nd second of the first round, and he even blasted Tyson's head with his iron fist..."

On the espn live broadcast, Rose screamed excitedly.

"Iron Man completely overwhelmed the Iron Man with the most brutal swarm re-swing. The Iron Man Tyson is now in a coma..."

"...We can see that Tyson's left temple was opened, a large scalp was lifted by the force of the blow, his skull was exposed, and the blood was flowing unstoppable, the emergency doctor had already gone up, and the scene was a bit chaotic... "

Another commentator, Thomson, stood up, staring at the chaotic ring and shouted.

"Iron Man is right. This boxing match should be held in ICU, which is closer to the operating room. What I want to say is, I hope Tyson is okay and he can survive." Rose exclaimed.

"Oh, what is the emergency doctor injecting Tyson? Oh, on the ventilator, the stretcher also went up..." Thomson continued.

"Hurry up. He must have a craniotomy right away. There is a mess in his head." On the stage, the emergency doctor shouted sharply.

"Michael? Don't give up!"

Boxing champion Lewis shouted from the stage.

By his side, there are several heavyweight world champions Holyfield and George Foreman.

"Get out! Get out..."

Soon, Tyson was carried away by several male nurses, leaving a lot of blood on the ring.

"Yeah!"

At this time, the official raised Zhao Dong's right fist, followed by cheers and shouts.

"That idiot Michael played too impulsively today. He didn't use his technical power at all. He blindly attacked. It's too stupid. He deserves to be blown up."

Lewis stared fiercely at Zhao Dong on the stage, and suddenly scolded Tyson.

Holyfield looked at the other people and said calmly: "Anyone among us can easily blow this guy..."

He glanced at Zhao Dong who was celebrating frantically on the stage, and said: "That idiot Michael didn't even hug once. He bit my ear and complained about my hugs too much. He really deserves to be blown up."

"He really doesn't have the skills, and it's only third-rate at best. But don't ignore his heavy punches and ability to resist. You must not be entangled by him, and you must not fight against him."

Old boxing champion Foreman reminded.

"I want to fight him."

Staring at Zhao Dong, Lewis said coldly.

"I think too." Holyfield said.

"Go, tonight's party is ready, anyone who supports me can participate." Zhao Dong shouted while standing on the ring.

"Yeah!"

Everyone cheered.

"let's go."

Jordan didn't want to stay any longer, and shouted to the postman beside him.

"Jordan, don't you want to go to my celebration party? Tyson is going to beat you up, now I have koked him, shouldn't you thank me?"

Zhao Dong shouted loudly with a smile.

"Humph!"

Jordan grunted with anger and left without looking back.

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Dong and others laughed.

This night, the party didn't end until dawn.

Before the end, Arum found Ringer Wells, who was a little drunk, and said cordially: "Linger, Lewis and Holyfield's agents have asked me just now. They want to fight the dragon. They have all of them. The title of world champion among the four major organizations. This is a very good opportunity. What do you think?"

"World champion title battle?"

Wells' drunkenness disappeared instantly.

"Yes, title battle, world boxing champion battle." Arum laughed.

"But Feilong's current technology hasn't arrived home yet, and the time is too short." Wells shook his head.

"Can you persuade Feilong to quit the NBA? He can play professional boxing. He is a genius. He has indestructible punches and indestructible fighting ability. He can definitely become the absolute overlord of the heavyweight. He can sweep everything. , Complete the heavyweight united warfare!"

Arum is very eager and authentic.

"I'm afraid this won't work, let alone Feilong, Miss Lindsay will not let Feilong fight professional boxing." Wells shook his head quickly.

"this……"

Speaking of Lindsey, Arum frowned. He didn't want to offend the hottest rising star investor on Wall Street, and shook his head disappointedly:

"In fact, boxing is not as dangerous as American football. I heard that Flying Dragon loves American olives. For this reason, Miss Lindsay bought the New York Jets."

"You told me it's useless, I dare not talk about this with Miss Lindsay." Wells smiled bitterly.

"Okay, okay, that can only be said after Feilong has practiced his boxing skills." Arum said helplessly.

At 9 o'clock the next morning, Frank Warren announced Tyson's injury to the media.

"Michael's operation lasted three hours and is still in a coma."

"His left temple had a ruptured skull. It has been repaired, but the impact was too strong, causing a severe concussion. He will leave boxing for now."

On this day, Zhao Dong punched Ko Tyson's news and spread all over the world.

"Heavyweight boxing has ushered in the brightest new star. He has the most terrifying heavy punches and has the strongest attack! At the same time, he has the most indestructible body and undefeated defense! He has the potential and strength of a unified heavyweight." The New York Times .

"The NBA hastened to end the labor-management negotiations, otherwise the flying dragon may not be able to come back." The New York Sports News.

"Mr. Stern, dear Jerry, it's time for us to speed up the negotiation process, otherwise we might lose a sign."

"Jerry, the loss is big enough. Let's go to the next round of negotiations, and we can't delay it any longer."

Most of the team’s bosses called Stern one after another, and a few owners who didn’t call flew directly to New York to find Stern himself.

On the fourth, Zhao Dong and Lindsay returned to New York with a group of people chartered flights.

"President, the second billion-dollar loan is gone."

At Nike headquarters, Chief Financial Officer Luo Shihua ignored the knock on the door, and rushed directly into the president's office, shouting loudly.

Philip Knight stared at the notebook on the desk, with Nike's candlestick chart on it, so green that his eyes swelled.

In just three trading days, after the Storm Fund formally issued a purchase order against Nike, Nike's stock price has doubled, breaking through $80.

If it were normal, he would be happy, but now, there is only fear in his heart.

Such a high stock price makes his repurchase extremely difficult.

Not only is the Storm Fund sweeping the goods, there is also a larger amount of funds sweeping the goods, which makes his repurchase more difficult.

"How much do we have in our hands?" He asked, wiping his sweat.

"A total of 31%." Luo Shihua said.

"Go on." Knight gritted his teeth.

"What about the funds?" Luo Shihua asked.

"Equity mortgage, this time we want 3 billion US dollars." Philip made a desperate bet.

"President, even if you have funds, you can't get the goods." Luo Shihua said.

"Raise the buying price and attract the selling. No matter how high, as long as there is a selling, it will be sold out immediately." Knight said firmly.

After Luo Shihua went out, Philip Knight weakened weakly on the executive chair, regretting it very much, and vowed not to provoke Zhao Dong in the future.

Wall Street, Storm Fund, Zhao Dong sat in Lindsay's office.

"Husband, we only used 3 billion of funds, and the funds following the trend are no less than 100 billion. There are four major investment brokers on Wall Street. These companies now have to actively promote themselves to attract selling, which is convenient. They repurchase. Now we don’t have to do anything, we just need to wait for them to increase the stock price for us, then turn around and go short and wash them."

Lindsay smiled honestly.

"This time, even if they can make it through, I'm afraid they won't be able to recover for ten years." Zhao Dong smiled.

"Who told them to fix us?" Lindsay laughed.

On the eighth, Jordan called his agent David Falke.

"David, can't drag on any longer, I'm going crazy, I will retire without starting a new season." He snarled at Falke.

"Michael, calm down, I will advance the negotiation process." David Falk said.

As the most famous agent in the league, he has a bunch of big-name stars, for example, Ewing is his signed player.

Ewing was able to join the Bulls last season because he and Nike intervened. This time Phil Jackson wanted to sign Ewing back with a basic salary. He also persuaded Ewing.

In addition to Ewing, he is also O'Neal's agent.

And these two big-name players are one of the player representatives in this labor-management negotiation, and Ewing is also the chairman of the players' union.

Also on this day, on Wall Street, the headquarters of the Storm Fund, Lindsay made the decision to short Nike, Adidas and other companies.

Because she knew based on the bargaining chip changes of these companies in the last two trading days that companies such as Nike and Adi had almost completed the repurchase, and the transaction volume was greatly reduced.

At this time, Nike's stock price reached 135 US dollars per share, and the entire market reached 50 billion US dollars. In just one week, it has soared more than three times.

Turning on the computer, she said, she wrote an article about the valuation of companies such as Nike and Adidas, and then posted it on the Wall Street Journal.

There is only one core content of this article, that is, the market value of companies such as Nike and Adidas is seriously overestimated.

After this article appeared in the newspapers, as a rising investment star on Wall Street, it immediately produced immediate results.

The article is mainly for retail investors and those small investors, and it is also a signal to follow-up capital. I am going to be short. If you don't follow along, you can only wait to be a catcher.

"Get started, I want Nike's stock price to fall to the floor."

At the opening in the morning, Lindsay gave an order, and Storm Fund took the lead to sell shares of companies such as Nike, and other funds immediately followed suit.

Her plan is that if Nike is dead, she will simply take it back at a low price and complete the acquisition of Nike directly. She has already prepared enough funds.

At Nike headquarters, Philip Knight stared at the computer screen dumbfounded. The declining red line and huge selling orders made his mind go blank.

"President, what should I do?"

The chief financial officer bumped in and asked anxiously.

"..."

Philip Knight saw nothing but blankness.

Continue to scan the goods, Nike's funds will be completely sucked up, and then the stock price will continue to fall, you can only stare.

If you don’t sweep, the shares will fall directly to the floor, so how do you repay the $5 billion loan that Nike got from the bank?

Once the bank urges the loan to be repaid, Nike has only one way to go bankrupt.

But in fact, Nike doesn't have much cash anymore, and it's all used for repurchase.

"They... Storm Fund, Avel Lindsay wants to wash us with blood, it's too cruel!" He murmured.

In one day, Nike’s stock price fell from 135 US dollars per share to 85 US dollars, a decrease of more than 37%. The trading volume was 650% of the previous day, reaching 20% ​​of the total number of shares, and the market value dropped by nearly 40%.

Everyone knows that this is just the beginning. What is there to eat after being targeted by a group of predators on Wall Street?

Storm Fund, Lindsay is summing up today's trading situation.

By selling high and buying low, the Nike bargaining chip held by Storm Fund did not decrease, but the book profits exceeded 60 million U.S. dollars.

On the tenth, Zhao Dong took the Knicks to the Giants Stadium.

The Giants Stadium is the home of the New York Giants and also the home of the New York Jets. This is also the only two NFL teams sharing the same home.

Today is a derby battle between the two teams, and it is also the home of the Jets. The Giants Stadium, which can accommodate 66,000 people, is overcrowded. Most of them are Jet fans. The atmosphere is very strong and there is a buzzing noise. It's deafening, and you have to yell when you talk face-to-face, otherwise you won't be able to hear it at all.

As soon as he walked out of the passageway, even if it was still January, and just after a blizzard, Zhao Dong felt a rush of heat on his face, and his emotions immediately rose.

"Hurry up and find a seat, we are late." Barkley exclaimed excitedly.

"It's all to blame, Charles, it's not that you ate an extra steak. We won't be late." Larry Johnson exclaimed.

"Oakley also ate an extra piece." Barkley defended.

"I'll finish it before you."

Oakley stared, and looked at the "enemy" Barkley dissatisfied.

"Hey, is it Flying Dragon?"

"Oh, Iron Man has appeared."

"Haha, who did I see? The boss of our jet is here."

Before he went to the stands, he was spotted by many fans next to him, and they yelled.

"boss."

At this time, a group of jet managers rushed up from behind.

"Boss, don't you go to the VIP room?" Jet President Walter asked.

"If you don't go, I'll just sit in the stands. I bought the ticket." Zhao Dong took out a large stack of ticket stubs and smiled.

Several managers looked at the ticket stub in Zhao Dong's hand and laughed helplessly.

"Okay, go ahead and leave me alone." Zhao Dong waved away.

"Oh, see who is late? Haha, our boss doesn't care about his team's game too much. Such a crucial derby game is actually late. This is our home court."

"Yes, our boss is here. He just killed Iron Man Michael, he has to rest and rest, but I heard that Lewis and Holyfield both want to fight our boss."

At this time, the live broadcast also spotted Zhao Dong and his party who were looking for seats, and immediately put them on the screen. At the same time, the two on-site commentators of the jet began to tease Zhao Dong.

There are dozens of large and small screens around the New York Giants Stadium. At this time, more than 60,000 fans in the audience saw Zhao Dong and the Knicks players and cheered.

Three minutes later, Zhao Dong and his entourage finally sat down.

This trip alone, in the big winter, has already made them sweat.

"Hey, Flying Dragon."

"Hey, hello."

Sitting next to Zhao Dong was a middle-aged male fan with the New York Jets logo painted on his face. The two chatted.

"Flying dragon, will you join the jet?"

"Maybe in the future, when I don't feel challenging in NBA."

"Oh, I don't know how you played, but I will look forward to it."

"Haha, I think there is always a place for me on the oven tray."

"What position do you like?"

"For forwards, whether offensive or defensive, my favorite is forwards. I like the feeling of rushing~www.novelmt.com~ It’s great, I know you often knock over people in NBA. I really want to see it. You knocked over one opponent after another in the oven tray."

The two chatted a few words, when the game time was up, the team began to play.

"Now, let's welcome the New York Jets..."

In the fierce roar of the on-site commentator, dozens of New York Jet players wearing white jerseys and carrying steel helmets filed out, like a herd of horses that opened the gate, rushing out of the passageway.

"Yeah!"

The audience flared up, and more than 60,000 people shouted and cheered, like an erupting volcano,

"Yeah!"

Zhao Dong, like all the fans, stood up and raised his arms, and began to cheer frantically for the Jets.

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