NBA Dynasty Sniper

Chapter 227 Iron Man

At this time, the media already knew the news, and the news of Feilong being shot began to spread. When Zhao Dong left the operating room, it had spread all over the world.

"Flying Dragon Shot Three Times, Counter-Shot Kills a Bandit, Life at Risk!" The New York Times.

"Flying Dragon was shot four times. Police Shanshan came late and was inefficient. This is the number one reason why Feilong was shot. If Feilong died because of this, the New York Police Department should be held accountable." New York Sports News.

The whole of New York was shaken, the playoffs were about to start, but the team leader, leader and core flying dragon were shot, which shocked all the Knicks fans.

"Carl, Feilong was shot. He was shot five times. Watch TNT's live TV. They are at the hospital gate."

John Stockton called Karl Malone on the phone.

"Great! Damn Chinese, this is the result of his domineering in the league." After hearing the news, the postman Karl Malone couldn't be more excited.

Jordan stared at the TV, stunned for a few minutes before reacting, shook his head helplessly and said to himself: "No, no, this is not the result I want, what I want is to defeat him head-on, not with the bullets of those damn gangsters Beat him."

O'Neill knew about it from media reporters. A reporter told him that Zhao Dong was shot to death. He didn't believe it at first, but he didn't believe it until the reporter repeatedly assured the authenticity of the news.

He even shed shark's tears and said very sadly: "Flying Dragon was shot to death randomly. He gave me a pair of Silver Devils, I like them very much, I owe him a favor, and may he be safe in heaven."

At this time, Stern and a group of executives, together with several technical consultants and members of the referee committee, are holding a meeting to revise the "anti-isolation singles rule".

"boom!"

The door of the conference room was pushed open vigorously, Xiao Hua ran over, and said in a panic: "Mr. President, Feilong was shot while shopping in the supermarket. I heard that he was shot to death randomly."

"what?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Did the police kill you?" A black executive asked in a daze.

"I don't know the specific situation, the media reports are very messy now." Xiao Hua said.

"Everyone is dead, is there any need to discuss it now?" There is a high-ranking channel.

"Dismiss."

Stern's face was extremely gloomy and authentic.

The next "Jordan" promoted by the league had such an accident, and his mood was terrible.

"Contact the Knicks immediately, I want to know the specific situation." He said to Xiao Hua coldly.

"Understood, sir, I will contact you immediately." Xiao Hua said quickly.

The statement was recorded in the hospital, and Zhao Dong was about to leave the hospital.

The outside was full of media reporters, more than one or two hundred, the streets were blocked, all the cars leaving the hospital were stopped by the media, and the cars of Zhao Dong and his party were the same.

In order to go home as soon as possible, he had to roll down the window a little.

"Oh, it's the flying dragon, he's not dead, he's not dead!"

"Oh, my God, the flying dragon is not dead, isn't he shot to death by random guns?"

"He survived seven shots, is he Iron Man?"

"After being shot five times, it looks like nothing happened. Is he a devil and a muscular man?"

When the reporters around the car saw Zhao Dong's face, their jaws dropped in surprise, and they all shouted.

"Hey, I lost my shoe!"

"Don't worry about it, just squeeze in."

Immediately, all the reporters rushed over, like a surging tide, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Feilong, it looks like you're fine, didn't you get shot three times?"

"I'm fine, with some minor injuries."

"Will it affect the playoffs?"

"Depending on the situation, I hope it will not affect the team's defending title."

"Did you shoot a gangster with your own hands?"

"There is no comment on that."

"Will you change your career to become a killer or a mercenary?"

"Go to the doctor, you're out of your mind."

"How many people did you kill?"

"Do you enjoy killing people?"

"Are you Iron Man?"

"Have you ever practiced Chinese Kung Fu?"

Countless questions were thrown out, and the reporters were as excited as animals in heat. Zhao Dong asked a few questions selectively, and the rest ignored them and closed the car window.

"Mr. President, the latest news, Feilong is not dead, he left the hospital and went home." Xiao Hua pushed open the door of Stern's office at the alliance headquarters and shouted excitedly.

Stern ignored Silver, grabbed the phone on his desk, and dialed General Manager Grant's cell phone.

"Mr. Stern, hello." In the car, Grant connected the phone.

Xiao Hua had already contacted him just now, and now Stern called him personally, which shows that the alliance is also in a hurry.

"Mr. Grant, what's the specific situation of Feilong?" Stern asked seriously.

"He took two shots, one in the right chest and one in the left thigh, but it's not a big problem, but this playoffs may be choking." Grant said.

"Let him rest well."

Stern breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone first.

"Mr. President, then, should the anti-isolation singles rules continue to be revised?" Xiao Hua asked cautiously.

Stern was startled, thought for a while and said: "Go on, Feilong will come back sooner or later."

The Knicks management team sent Zhao Dong back to the villa, and his car parked outside the supermarket was also driven back.

Countless media reporters surrounded Zhao Dong's villa, and James Dowland asked the six security personnel who followed him to stay outside to prevent Zhao Dong from being disturbed by the media.

In addition, at the request of Mr. Dolan, the police station also arranged several policemen to guard here to prevent further problems.

"Feilong, you are recuperating at home. I will have the medical staff come and change your medicine. Call me if you want anything."

Ringwells said.

"Feilong, although the injury is not too serious, but after all, he was shot twice. There are two holes. It takes time for the muscles to grow and heal, and there is also a hole in the rib, so I suggest you not to play in this year's playoffs. The most important thing is to recuperate, we will come back next season."

Neil Grant said.

Others also agreed again and again. Boss James Dowland said: "Flying Dragon, don't be reckless. You are still young. We are looking forward to your future. Jordan suffered a serious injury in the second season that year, and he also missed a season."

"husband?"

Lindsay didn't speak, but he agreed with the management's opinion in his heart.

"It depends on the situation, I won't act recklessly." Zhao Dong nodded.

His gunshot wounds are at best considered moderate injuries. Today's 100-level injury immunity quality exempts death and serious injuries. If it weren't for this quality, he would be finished today. It is impossible for his muscles and fragile ribs to block the bullets, and his lungs are still weak. To be blown up again.

"That's it, let's leave first, let Feilong and Miss Lindsay have a good rest." James Dowland stood up.

"Honey, I was scared to death today, thank you for protecting me."

After everyone left, the pale Lin Sai leaned on Zhao Dong.

"Fool, you are my wife, isn't it only natural for me to protect you?" Zhao Dong laughed.

Speaking of this, he said with fear: "Let Wells find a dozen bodyguards tomorrow. The proliferation of guns in the United States is really too dangerous."

I didn't think so at the time, but now that I think about it, what if he hit Lindsay when he was shooting at that damned guy?

"Well, I want the best bodyguard." Lin Saidao.

Zhao Dong didn't wait for tomorrow, picked up his mobile phone and called Wells who had just left.

"Linger, I want a dozen official bodyguards, the best, the most professional ones, the ones that can block guns for us. By the way, I heard that there are bodyguards with a license to kill? That kind It's best. Also, there should be half men and half women." After the communication, he said.

"Oh, flying dragon, I can't find the one with a license."

Wells smiled helplessly: "I try to find the best bodyguard, but the price is much more expensive."

"The price doesn't matter, what I have more is money." Zhao Dong said.

He hung up the phone, when Lindsay said: "If Mr. Wells can't find the best one, Mrs. Dorisa should be able to find the best bodyguard in the world. She has called just now and is very worried about your bodyguard." Condition."

"That's fine." Zhao Dong nodded.

"Brother Dong, oops, I just saw the news..."

"It's okay, I'm fine."

At this time, Dayao called, with a very worried tone, and he was relieved after understanding the situation.

It was almost dark, around seven o'clock, Zhao Dong called home.

"Hello, Dongdong?"

Li Meizhu answered the phone and asked, "Called early in the morning, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, Mom, I'll just ask if the family has had breakfast, and whether grandpa and grandma have a good appetite. I'm preparing to make dinner here."

"I just made dumplings, and they haven't cooked yet. The old man and the old lady are doing well, just thinking about when to hug their great-grandchildren."

"Ahem, mother, there may be news later, don't worry, I'm fine."

"What news, it has something to do with you?"

"Shooting incident."

"What?"

"It's okay, there are guns everywhere in the United States. When I went to the supermarket, someone fired two shots."

"Then are you okay?" Li Meizhu asked anxiously.

"It's okay, can you still call if you have something to do? You're alive and kicking." Zhao Dong comforted.

"Bless the ancestors, that's good. Don't go to the supermarket in the future. If you want to buy something, you let the workers buy it. What is the use of six or seven workers at home?"

"understood."

The mother and son chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.

At this time, the old man and the old lady came back from a walk outside, turned on the TV, and were about to watch the morning news. Li Meizhu was talking about what Zhao Dong said just now.

Both the old man and the old lady came here amidst the hail of bullets. Although they were very concerned about Zhao Dong's safety, they were not frightened.

Two minutes later, they learned the news that Zhao Dong had been shot.

Fortunately, Zhao Dong called ahead of time and knew that Zhao Dong was fine, so he was not frightened.

"This kid, I said he was fine and called, but it turned out that he was shot..." Li Meizhu was still in a cold sweat from fright.

She dared to call again, asked about the detailed situation, and repeatedly told Zhao Dong and the two not to go to those dangerous places in the future.

Here, Zhao Dong was just about to make dinner, when Oakley and his group went outside the villa, and were stopped by the police and security.

"Flying Dragon, are you okay? Damn it, are you more unlucky than Patrick?" Oakley shouted when he came outside.

"No, no, I'm much better than him. I've got nothing wrong with it, except for a dozen stitches." Zhao Dong said.

"Boss, can you play in the first round?" Alan Houston asked.

"It depends on the situation." Zhao Dong said.

"Zhao Dong, don't force yourself, you were shot twice, you should lie down in the hospital." Hu Weidong said.

"It's all right, you see."

He lifted up his clothes and let everyone see the wound on his chest. It was just a piece of gauze pasted on it, and there was no trace of blood on it.

"Clap clap..."

He patted the wound on his stomach twice and said, "Look..."

Seeing this brutal action, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched, but they were all relieved.

"Okay, okay, I haven't eaten dinner yet, you guys go first." Zhao Dong chased away.

"We didn't eat it either, just to give you a meal." Hu Weidong said.

"That's right, I ate at your place." Oakley laughed.

"Are you here to come to see me, or are you here for dinner?" Zhao Dong had no choice but to invite everyone into the house.

"Flying dragon transformed into Iron Man, subdued two people after being shot twice, and killed one person, it is a miracle!" The New York Times reported.

"New York Flying Dragon, the real Iron Man! Hollywood act now, go and bid on Flying Dragon, this is an excellent movie script! Marvel can also act, and you can plan the shooting of Iron Man." New York Sports News reports.

At this time, the news that Zhao Dong was only slightly injured spread to the whole world through the crazy hype of the New York media.

This time, his popularity and influence around the world soared straight up after the shooting.

"Damn it, even a gun can't kill him?" Karl Malone couldn't believe it when he saw the news on TV.

"You can't kill with a gun. How did he do his strength training to develop such strong muscles? Is it natural? Maybe he has practiced Chinese Kung Fu?"

When Jordan saw the ESPN reporter interviewing Dr. McCarthy, he was so surprised that he dropped his cigar and didn't even know it.

"Damn Flying Dragon, you killed me!" O'Neill cursed annoyedly when he saw the news.

When he was interviewed by the media not long ago, he said that he slipped his mouth and leaked his love for the Silver Devils. Now the media is hyping that he wants to abandon Reebok and switch to the Silver Devils. Now Reebok is negotiating with his agent .

Television organizations such as TNT, ABC, and ESPN responded quickly, and arranged a program about Zhao Dong's shooting that night.

As the playoffs approached, these programs had the same focus. There were two in total. The biggest focus was that Zhao Dong was shot twice, but he was not seriously injured. Is he the hidden Iron Man?

After dinner, Zhao Dong put the frightened Lindsay to sleep, turned on the TV and tuned to the TNT channel.

This program is hosted by Bill Walton. Several guests are current or retired NBA stars, including Knicks Hall of Famer Willis Reid, Lakers superstar Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, and current star Grant Hill. and Iverson.

Hill's Pistons and Iverson's digital team failed to enter the playoffs. One is 11th in the Eastern Conference and the other is 14th in the Eastern Conference. Typical bad teams.

When the show was about to start, Zhao Dong received a call from Wells.

He thought Wells found him a bodyguard, but no, what Wells said had nothing to do with the bodyguard at all.

"Flying Dragon, my phone is ringing. Dozens of Hollywood film companies want to buy your story, and they want to put it on the movie screen. Also, Marvel also called me. Design another Iron Man comic book character and bring it to the screen."

Wells exclaimed excitedly.

"Linger, you'd better get my bodyguards fixed first. If you can't handle it, I'll ask someone to help you." After replying, Zhao Dong angrily hung up the phone.

He is not short of money, so he has no interest in this.

Lindsay didn't want to be a public figure either, and had no interest in that either.

"Okay, the time is up, let's condolences to Feilong first."

At this time the show started, and Bill Walton yelled at the camera first: "Flying Dragon, are you watching my show? Well, I think you are watching my show. Are you okay? How does it feel to be shot?" Is there a sense of fear? Is there a psychological shadow?"

"Stop talking nonsense, don't waste time, start your show." Zhao Dong complained.

"Iron Man, let us call Flying Dragon like this from now on, what do you think?" Bill Wharton laughed.

"OK."

"A gun can't even pierce his chest. He is the real embodiment of Iron Man."

Without any objection, several guests nodded at the same time.

Well, just after the show started, Zhao Dong was given another nickname, Iron Man.

"Does anyone know what gun it was that shot the dragon?" Bill Wharton asked.

Everyone else shook their heads, and Iverson said: "All the news didn't mention this, and the police didn't announce the situation. We don't know."

"I think it's a small caliber pistol, maybe a .[-]? If it's a Desert Eagle, Iron Man will blow up too."

Jabbar grumbled.

"Haha..." Several people burst into laughter.

"Tiangou, you are Bruce Lee's disciple, so do you think Iron Man knows kung fu? Could it be because of this?" Bill Wharton asked.

Speaking of this, Abdul-Jabbar lifted his spirits and said with a smile: "Yes, I thought about it too. I know that there is a kind of kung fu in China called hard qigong. Maybe Iron Man has practiced it?"

"Oh, hard qigong that can block bullets?" Several other people exclaimed.

"Actually, I agree with the guess of Dr. Mac, who operated on Iron Man, that there was something wrong with the bullet. What do you think?" Bill Wharton said.

"That's right, otherwise his lungs would definitely explode, no matter how strong his muscles are." Willis Reid laughed.

The first focus topic on whether Zhao Dong is Iron Man was purely a chat with everyone, and then entered the second focus topic.

In the case of Zhao Dong's truce, how far can the Knicks go in the playoffs, being eliminated by the black seven in the first round, eliminated in the second round, or eliminated in the Eastern Conference Finals?

The possibility of the Knicks reaching the finals was not discussed, because without Zhao Dong, no one is optimistic about the Knicks reaching the finals.

Willis Reed sighed: "This is really unlucky. We are single-core. We lost the dragon, and we can't talk about winning the championship."

(End of this chapter)