NBA Dynasty Sniper

Chapter 185 Pie Eater, If You Run Faster, You Can Get Away From Me
The two teams started and the lights were on.

"Coach Sloan, Feilong's group of villains beat up the postman before they came out just now. Fortunately, the security guards acted quickly and separated them. It's no big deal."

"What? Damn New York gang, what a bunch of villains they are!"

Jazz head coach Jerry Sloan was also surprised when he was notified by the staff.

Ten minutes later, the two sides entered the field and prepared for the match.

At this time, the referee signaled Zhao Dong and Ma Long to come over, and then said to the two: "Gentlemen, I don't want to see actions such as black feet in this game, otherwise the only penalty is to be sent off the field directly, and the league will still give up. There are severe follow-up punishments, remember?"

Zhao Dong's eyes lit up, he stared at Ma Long and said, "Sir, our Gentleman Knicks team has never had that tradition. It is the tradition of the Jazz gang."

"Humph!"

Ma Long, who had nothing to say, glared at Zhao Dong angrily.

"Fighting is not allowed either. All those involved in the fighting, no matter which team they are from, will be sent off." The referee said again.

"That's the best." Zhao Dong laughed.

Malone's face was a little gloomy. The referee was here for the Jazz, which basically meant the alliance, which was not good for the Jazz to win the championship.

The game started, the Jazz won the jump ball, and the Jazz attacked.

"Come on, pancake man, I'll give you room to shoot, ask for the ball." Zhao Dong gave Ma Long half a step, provoking his opponent with trash talk.

Ma Long's eyes were bloodshot. He had just been beaten twice, and when he heard the extremely humiliating term "Pie Eater", his anger gradually climbed up.

At this moment, Stockton's ball came over, but Malone was angry and reacted half a beat late.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Dong took a step forward, succeeded in stealing the ball, and then took advantage of the situation to launch a fast break.

The Jazz were caught off guard, the two insiders couldn't keep up, and the three outsiders desperately returned to the defense. Stockton in the middle was the fastest and had the closest distance.

Zhao Dong entered the right wing with the ball and rushed towards the paint, but Stockton hurriedly stopped him two meters from the right front of the basket.

In the last game, the Jazz made a move. Stockton, the head of the four villains, was the culprit. He hated this guy very much.

Seeing the opponent blocking the way, his momentum did not decrease at all, and he rushed towards the opponent.

The long-distance sprint formed an impact visible to the naked eye, and a feeling of terror was born in Stockton's heart. There was a feeling that he would not be able to survive after being hit, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

The opponent refused to let go, his momentum was too strong, and Zhao Dong couldn't change direction. If he changed direction at this time, his joints might be injured, so he jumped up with all his strength.

"call!"

The fierce wind howled past his head, blowing Stockton's hair up.

"Oh!"

When Zhao Dong spread his legs and flew over Stockton's head, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

"boom!"

The next moment, the basket was blown up, and the violent sound of the basket blasting resounded through the Delta Center Arena.

"yeah!"

The [-] away fans and the Knicks bench boiled instantly, rushing up from their seats frantically, raising their arms and shouting wildly.

"yeah!"

In the whole city of New York, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, countless people cheered instantly.

Zhao Dong was hanging in the basket with one arm, and when he was swaying, he looked down at the Delta Center Arena with a cold gaze, without roaring or roaring, but in everyone's mind, he looked extraordinarily brutal.

"How is that possible? How could you do that? How could you humiliate me like that?"

Under Zhao Dong's body was Stockton, whose will was brutally beaten, looking at the hanging screen above, which was replaying the scene where he was flying by Zhao Dong.

"It's a foul, he fouled!"

The voice of the on-site commentator sounded without momentum.

At this time, the referee made a gesture, indicating that the two points are valid, and directly slapped the on-site commentator in the face with his penalty.

"Oh, Stockton is so pitiful! I have to say, Dragon, you are so cruel! Stockton is a superstar, he is destined to be a member of the Hall of Famer, and he is the strongest assist leader in the history of the league. Destined to remember history, but he was completely humiliated by you, humiliated with an action that no one has ever done before, this is the real humiliation of the crotch!"

Bill Wharton kept shaking his head and sighed.

With the same expression, Matt sighed: "If it were me, I'm afraid I would have to retire directly. This kind of blow is not something ordinary people can bear. Look at Stockton, he hasn't recovered yet."

At the CCTV live broadcast, Zhang Lili said excitedly: "Han Xin was humiliated by his crotch, and later became famous all over the world. Today Stockton was humiliated by Zhao Dong's crotch, and when he is famous in the world in the future, he should Thanks to Zhao Dong for his actions today, this is an absolute encouragement to him..."

Sun Zhenping kicked Zhang Lili several times, and the latter closed his mouth.

"Flying dragon, Xie Te, how did you do it? It's so frighteningly exciting!" Larry Johnson rushed to Zhao Dong, shouting with extreme excitement.

"Flying dragon, do it again against the postman! It must be better to fly over Malone's head." John Starks roared.

"John, are you okay? Oh, damn dragon, he deserves hell..."

Malone ran to Stockton, hugged Stockton like a child, and began to comfort him.

"This is my response to you yesterday. I am responding to you in a basketball way. Are you satisfied?"

While leading his teammates past the two, Zhao Dong also dropped a trash talk.

"asshole!"

The red-eyed Malone couldn't control himself, and was about to make a move when Stockton hugged him.

"No, Carl, we can't let him go, but not this way. We want to beat him, we want to take away his championship, we want to take away his FMVP..."

Stockton's soul seemed to be back, and he gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

"John, I'll help you." Malone also said bitterly.

"The CP group is really good, the love is overflowing!" Zhao Dong turned around and sprayed.

The Jazz served, and Jerry Sloan called a timeout. The players suffered a serious psychological blow. He needed to let them recuperate, and at the same time interrupt the strong momentum of a Knicks.

Zhao Dong returned to the bench, still excited, and kept high-fiving the bench players.

"Won't my bounce be upgraded?"

From the jump just now, he felt as if he jumped higher.

"98? Sure enough, I've been upgraded to a level. This should be the effect of my lower body strength and core strength upgrade. It's a bit delayed!"

After opening the system, it was indeed upgraded to one level.

After the timeout, the game came back and the Jazz attacked.

It's still repeated pick-and-rolls, tireless pick-and-rolls, and extremely persistent pick-and-rolls.

Zhao Dong still uses the pick-and-roll anti-pick-and-roll tactic, does not switch defenses with his teammates, and even the pick-and-roll delay tactic is useless.

He just wants to use the speed of movement to beat Ma Long, and he has the confidence.

Another pick-and-roll occurred, and center Greg Ostertag stepped up to block Zhao Dong and get an open opportunity for Malone, when Stockton passed the ball to Malone.

"squeak!"

At the moment of being blocked, Zhao Dong turned around urgently, bypassed the wall like a defender turned and broke through, and rushed towards Ma Long who was catching the ball.

Malone catches the ball and makes a mid-range jumper.

At this moment, Zhao Dong emerged from behind Greg Ostertag and flew over.

"Snapped!"

Under the tremendous force, the basketball was instantly sent flying, flying upside down like a shooting star, and flew directly into the auditorium.

"yeah!"

Amidst the exclamations of the home fans, the away fans cheered.

"Oh, the postman swallowed a brutal blood cap shot by the flying dragon, and his attack speed was a little slower." Bill Wharton lost his voice.

"Postman, you can't even eat the biscuits you feed to your mouth, what use are you for?"

After successfully blocking the shot, Zhao Dong continued to attack his opponent with trash talk.

Staring at Zhao Dong, Ma Long gritted his teeth.

The Jazz attack again.

Ma Long ran on the left wing, and Zhao Dong chased to the side.

"Hurry up, run faster, pancake man, you're too slow, how did you get rid of me? Hurry up..." Zhao Dong spouted trash talk while chasing him.

"Shut up, bastard!"

The postman Ma Long couldn't control it anymore, he pushed with both palms, and pushed Zhao Dong to the floor.

"Di!"

The referee blows his whistle.

With a whoosh, all the Knicks players ran over, and at the same time, the players on the bench stood up.

"Don't get excited, don't be fooled by the jazz gang, they are going to make crooked tricks again."

Zhao Dong immediately got up and stopped in front of his teammates.

At this time, the referee made a decisive gesture and gave Ma Long a technical foul to prevent the situation from expanding.

"Oh, the postman eats T, he's too impulsive, but I'm curious, did Feilong say anything trash again?" Bill Wharton asked curiously.

"The postman met his nemesis, and he got a T at the beginning. This is not a good sign." Matt laughed.

With one free throw and one throw, Zhao Dong took the free throw and hit a goal, 3:0, the Knicks attacked.

Zhao Dong set up in the low post on the left wing, and the Jazz arranged for center Greg Ostertag to defend on the top, with Malone assisting on the weak side.

"The disadvantage of Larry Johnson as a power forward came out. He only has a low post and cannot open the Jazz's inside defense."

In the TNT live broadcast, Bill Wharton yelled.

At this time, the ball was passed from the top of the arc, Zhao Dong took the ball, and Ma Long rushed over from the basket.

But at this moment, Zhao Dong suddenly made a downward movement.

As soon as this action came out, Ma Long adjusted his direction and rushed towards the bottom line.

But it was a fake move, and Zhao Dong took the swing again, bypassing the cumbersome Greg Ostertag, and jumped up at a 45-degree position with one foot.

"One-arm hitting the board... hit!"

Zhang Lili yelled excitedly: "Zhao Dong shook the top defense Greg Ostertag with a fake move, and at the same time tricked the postman Malone, and then hit a ball with a precise 45-degree hit on the board. His hand It's too big, it's very accurate with one hand, and it makes it harder for defenders to defend."

"Two stakes, you almost blocked me just now..."

Immediately after Zhao Dongde, the trash talk came out, and when Ma Long and Greg Ostertag were depressed, he added another trash talk that made the two jump: "Almost caught a hair of my head. "

5:0, Jazz attack.

"Attack! Attack! Attack..."

The Jazz hadn't scored yet, and the home fans became anxious and shouted.

But this is not a good thing. Amidst the violent shouts, the Jazz players became tense.

"Oh, bad!" the live commentator exclaimed.

"A mistake! Small forward Russell missed the ball, Feilong succeeded in stealing the ball, he is going down fast..." Bill Walton roared loudly.

Bryan Russell desperately caught up with Zhao Dong, grabbed the latter's jersey, and tried to slow him down.

But at this time, Zhao Dong suddenly accelerated, Russell missed and fell headfirst on the floor, while the former walked away with the ball.

"boom!"

After a long drive into the paint, Zhao Dongfei jumped up, and under the tomahawk dunk, the Jazz's basket was blown up, and only [-] away fans cheered excitedly in the Delta Center Arena.

Although Stockton returned to the paint in time, but what happened just now made him no longer have the courage to block Zhao Dong's flying dunk.

7:0, the Knicks lead away, the Jazz attacked, and called a timeout again after serving.

"The Knicks played offensive waves, and the morale of the Jazz was low, which benefited from Zhao Dong's humiliation of Stockton's crotch in the opening game. I think the Jazz lacks a guy who can motivate morale, and the core is humiliated. It is a very good opportunity to boost morale, and this is the reason why the so-called sad soldiers must win." Zhang rationally analyzed excitedly.

"From this opening point of view, the Knicks have the hope of winning the G4 game." Sun Zhenping said.

"Yes, the loss of Oakley did cause the Knicks to lose their defensive energy, but they didn't lose in terms of scoring. Instead, the scoring ability of the starters has increased." Zhang Lili laughed.

On the Jazz bench, Jerry Sloan is arranging offensive tactics: "The back line increases shots, uses your scoring to help reduce the pressure on the inside, and then Greg Ostertag can play Larry Johnson more... Defensive end , they are all small, we must guard against their fast break..."

The timeout ends and the Jazz attack.

Stockton ran a pick-and-roll with Jeff Horacek and hit a [-]-point line.

"what!"

The team finally scored, and the Delta Center was boiling.

"The Knicks should be careful about the Jazz's guard line. Both of them are accurate three-point guards. They shoot quickly. After the pick-and-roll, they have a lot of containment power and are difficult to defend." Zhang Reasonable reminded.

7:3, the Knicks attack.

Zhao Dong first swayed under the basket, and then suddenly ran to the left wing.

Greg Ostertag is 218 cm tall and has a tonnage of close to 130 kg, which can't keep up at all.

Catching the ball from the low post on the left wing, Zhao Dong easily made a 45-degree kick.

"Oh, with a simple withdrawal of the dragon, he got an opening as big as the Pacific Ocean. The speed of the Jazz inside is like a hundred-year-old lady in front of him."

When Matt saw the ball, he couldn't help complaining about it.

"This won't work. The Jazz can only use the postman to defend against the flying dragon. Although they can't keep up, they won't give the flying dragon such a big space."

Bill Wharton shook his head.

"The Jazz's offense doesn't need to be put on Malone at all. Both guards on the outside can score. Greg Ostertag on the inside can play big and small. Larry Johnson may not have 195 cm. This is a huge dislocation advantage, completely It can be used," Matt said.

"This is the question of the status of the team. If Malone doesn't make a move, how can he reflect his status?" Bill Walton laughed.

The Jazz attacked and Greg Ostertag got the ball in the low post on the right wing.

Larry Johnson was too petite for his opponents to guard against.

After Greg Ostertag took the ball, he dribbled the ball while arching inward, and made a hook after entering the paint.

But just as he made a shot, Zhao Dong rushed from the weak side, slapped the ball down with a big cap.

"Beautiful! Zhao Dong played a wonderful weak-side defense, Larry Johnson picked up the ball, and the Knicks started to counterattack!" Zhang Lili shouted excitedly.

The Knicks' back line advanced to the frontcourt, and the Jazz's back line was also in place. There was no chance, so they stabilized first and waited for the inside line to be in place.

At this time, Zhao Dong quickly went down and rushed to the top of the arc, while Malone and Greg Ostertag all fell behind, and the Knicks formed a five-on-three frontcourt.

Childs, John Starks, and Alan Houston's three guards all opened up, and the Jazz's paint area was empty. Zhao Dong drove straight in, and flew up after receiving the ball.

He grabbed the ball with his right hand, and when he was flying in the air, his right arm slammed into a big circle, and with a bang, the Jazz's basket exploded.

"yeah!"

The away fans and the Knicks bench immediately boiled.

"Oh, the one-armed loop dunk with one step from the free throw line, well done!" Bill Walton shouted excitedly.

"I never dared to imagine that there would be a big man with a height of 205 centimeters and 115 kilograms who could dunk like this." Matt exclaimed excitedly.

"He can even pull the rod, let alone this?" Bill Wharton laughed.

"It's so exciting! We don't see such dunks in domestic games, and we don't have Zhao Dong's violent qualities!"

Zhang Lili shouted excitedly.

11:3, the Knicks lead away by 8 points, and the Jazz attack.

This time Greg Ostertag finally hit a shot over Larry Johnson.

When Zhao Dong was defending from the weak side, he was held back by Ma Long, unable to keep up with his movement, so he directly hugged his waist with his hands, but the whistle didn't sound.

"Go away!"

Zhao Dong pushed Ma Long away, and immediately began to move quickly.

Larry Johnson picked up the ball and immediately retreated to the baseline, then made a quick serve.

"Oh, the Knicks played a fast break, and the Jazz still didn't keep up with the inside. They played four on three in the frontcourt..." Bill Walton shouted loudly.

Zhao Dong rushed into the paint and attracted small forward Russell's defense. At this time, Charles passed the ball to the open Alan Houston.

Houston stopped at the left-wing three-point line and caught the ball.

"boom!"

The ball hit the basket and was caught by Zhao Dong.

The open shot missed, and Houston shook his hand angrily, feeling a little too excited and not adjusting his state.

When Zhao Dong grabbed the rebound, Malone finally returned to the basket, and began to double-team with Russell.

Instead of hitting hard, he suddenly threw out with one hand and made a passing motion.

This attracted the attention of the two. Taking this opportunity, Zhao Dong jumped up instantly, and with a bang, he dunked with one hand, directly dunking the two of Ma Long.

Being dunked again, Ma Long was so angry that his head was thick.

"Zhao Dong's fake moves are too realistic! His hands control the ball too much, and anyone will be fooled if he throws it with one hand." Zhang Lili laughed.

"Congratulations, you almost defended me... again." Zhao Dong spat trash talk while retreating.

"You idiot!" Marlon raged.

"Cake Eater, is this your self-description?" Zhao Dong sprayed again.

Malone is angry, he can't play ball, he can't fight, and he is no match for trash talking. Now he is counting on teaching this damn guy a lesson in the ring.

(End of this chapter)