NBA Dynasty Sniper

Chapter 238 Head Hammer
"Go away, Larry, I can handle it."

Seeing the three of them rushing over, Zhao Dong retreated while stopping Larry Johnson who was rushing up to help.

"Playing alone again?"

Larry Johnson felt itchy in his heart, complaining that Zhao Dong fought alone and always didn't take him to play. Fortunately, he moved fast enough when he beat Jordan last time.

"Oh!"

At this time, the fist of a Heat substitute insider hit Zhao Dong's face.

Well, it's time to fight back.

Zhao Dong didn't care about the attacks of the other two guys at all, grabbed the jersey of the guy who hit him, and bumped him head-on.

The strength of the waist and abdomen, the attack of the head hammer, and the instantaneous explosion of the 100-level core strength, are stronger and more terrifying than his upper body strength.

"boom!"

The guy let out a miserable snort, blood spattering on his face.

"Buzz!"

It was as if a giant clock was ringing in his head, his brain was almost muddled, his head was surrounded by stars, and when he fell backwards, he was pulled back again.

The next moment, Zhao Dong slammed headfirst again, and then again.

After the guy was hit three times, his face was covered with blood, his head was thrown aside, and he was already unresponsive. If the jersey hadn't been grabbed, he would have fallen down long ago.

The two Heat substitutes next to Zhao Dong were dumbfounded, and their movements stopped.

Not only them, including media reporters, including several commentators, including several referees, Madison Square Garden were all dumbfounded.

They have seen fights in NBA games, and they often watch them, but they have never seen them hit their opponents half to death with their heads like this, it is too cruel.

"Oh!"

Seeing that the person in his hand lost his sanity, Zhao Dong let go, letting his opponent slip, and then looked at the other two guys.

The two guys were startled, as if they were being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast, their whole bodies trembled, and they staggered backwards.

"Feilong, Feilong, calm down, calm down..." the referee stood in front of Zhao Dong and shouted anxiously.

"damn it!"

With a bang, Stern dropped the wine glass in his hand at home.

The ratings of Madison Square Garden continued to be good tonight, reaching 3000 million in the opening show, which may break the record. He was also in a very good mood and even had a drink, but now, his mood is completely ruined.

"Pat Riley, what do you want?"

He is too angry, it is certain that this was provoked by the Heat, and the Knicks have the upper hand, so they will not use these small tricks at all.

On the court, the guy who was knocked half to death by Zhao Dong was carried away.

Zhao Dong went off the field and was examined by the team doctor.

Lindsay squatted on the side, and said worriedly: "Husband, next time we hit with fists, okay? Elbows and knees are also fine, but you can't hit yourself with your own head. What if you damage yourself?"

"It's okay, Ai Weier, your husband is my head." Zhao Dong smiled.

Lindsay rolled his eyes, a little speechless.

It is true that the head is iron, and the luck is also good. Three extremely fierce head hammers, he is fine at all, and all injuries are exempted.

At this time, the referee team discussed and made a penalty.

The Heat were fined four times, three for attacking Zhao Dong, and the one for attacking Fortson, all of which were second-degree flagrant fouls.

On the Knicks side, Fortson's second-level malicious foul also went down.

Zhao Dong was fine, and the referee team decided that he hadn't done anything.

Pat Riley was a little dumbfounded, using four substitutes to replace one Fortson, what's the use?His bench is empty.

"You just saw that my man was about to be beaten to death by him. Why was he punished like this? Why? Is it because he is a big name?"

He growled angrily at the referee.

"He didn't do anything." The referee said coldly.

"he……"

Pat Riley almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Does headbutting count as hands?Shet, what's the point?He is going crazy.

"Mr. Coach, if you don't calm down, I don't mind asking you to leave the field." The referee said coldly again.

"You can try it," Pat Riley snarled angrily.

Just try it, the referee moved his hands horizontally and vertically, and then pointed to the exit with his right hand, signaling Pat Riley to leave the field.

"..."

Pat Riley was stunned.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Riley deflated, all the Knicks fans burst into laughter.

"Clap clap clap..."

Zhao Dong walked by and applauded vigorously, and then the audience began to applaud.

"Mr. Riley, why use these low-handed means? Even if you achieve your goal today, I won't let you win."

Zhao Dong said something in a cold voice, then he listened to Pat Riley and said: "If you use this method to end me, then I will choose to also get Mourning and Xiao Chong down, so that you can do the same. It's over. Even, including you."

"you?"

A flicker of horror flashed in Pat Riley's eyes.

He had never met such a ruthless player who dared to threaten him face to face.

"Remember, beating me head-on is your only choice, just like a bull." Zhao Dong said the last sentence in a cold voice, turned around and went on the field.

"Humph!"

Being so threatened by a Chinese, Pat Riley felt ashamed, snorted coldly, and left the bench with a shake of his hand.

The Heat did not have four substitutes + the main center Luke Langley, and the main force was weaker than the Knicks. In the next game, the G1 game was repeated, and they were beaten by the Knicks until they were defeated.

In a rage, Zhao Dong shot with all his strength and scored 50+. He led his team to two consecutive victories and took the advantage in the series.

After the game, he gave an on-site interview.

"Oh, Feilong, you are so violent today! But I am very puzzled, why don't you use your fists today, but use your head?"

The team reporter Thomas asked.

"You can try it, it will be more enjoyable." Zhao Dong said.

"Haha..." Several reporters laughed.

"Flying Dragon, if you led the Bulls back then and met the Pistons bad boys, what would you do?" A Chicago reporter asked a strange question.

Zhao Dong was startled, and immediately said: "I am not Jordan. But if it were me, I would choose to fight against them. If they want to see my blood, I will see their blood, and see more blood."

The Chicago reporter had complicated eyes.

Jordan is great enough. The Pistons bad guys played so brutally. He rushed in with the ball countless times, but he was still beaten into a dynasty by him.

That Bulls team has the style of kings, but it always lacks some fierceness. Even if they are fouled maliciously or see blood, there is no one who can shake their fists at the bad boys of the Pistons, which makes people feel a little aggrieved.

"Hey, Danny, did you play well?" Back in the locker room, Zhao Dong shouted at Fortson.

"It's cool, boss, it's so cool!" Fortson shouted happily.

"Zhao Dong, aren't you afraid of being punished?" Hu Weidong asked suspiciously.

Zhao Dong laughed and said: "The other party made the first move. I am a self-defense counterattack. This is number one. Second, if the alliance still wants ratings, it will use the first point to let me stay on the field. I am That’s plenty of excuses for the higher ups.”

Hu Weidong said with a smile: "The Heat were reversed by you, and now they are really sworn enemies."

"If you can't beat them, use these methods, afraid of them?" Zhao Dong said disdainfully.

"Dragon, the Jazz won." At this time, assistant coach Thibodeau came in and said.

"It's leveled? Hehe, there's a big meal waiting for that bastard postman." Zhao Dong sneered.

"Boss, what feast?" Out of curiosity, everyone asked.

"I'll know when the time comes, keep it a secret now." Zhao Dong laughed.

"I want to appeal, appeal to the league, such a violent behavior, there is not even a single common foul, what on earth is the league trying to do?"

"The league must impose additional penalties on the Knicks, it must!"

An hour later, in the Heat's press conference, Pat Riley's growls kept ringing.

"Look, he's putting pressure on the league."

"No, I think he wants to avoid additional penalties for several players by exerting pressure."

"It's possible, he's dying, but what's the use?"

Neil Grant stood outside the hall, chatting leisurely with Thibodeau next to him.

That night, the brutal on-court violence at Madison Square Garden spread throughout the United States and the world.

"Iron Man strikes back with a head hammer, the Heat's counterattack strategy fails, the iron-blooded god operator is expelled, and the iron-blooded Knicks are in sight!"

The next day, the New York Times covered last night's game at length.

"The league should impose additional penalties on the Heat's despicable behavior. This is not the first time they have done this. They just wanted to use a substitute to get the dragon down. They almost succeeded..."

The top Knicks fan, Spike Lee, faced the media and attacked the Heat's exchange tactics.

"Sorry, Mr. Dawson, I want to try another team."

"This is too surprising, Charles, don't you think about it anymore? Houston is the most suitable for you. We will definitely strengthen during the offseason."

"No, I want more options."

"I'm sorry, but I wish you well."

Buckley put down the phone and nestled on the sofa in frustration.

"Charles, let's go on vacation and relax." His wife Maureen said on the side.

"They compete for the championship, I go on vacation?"

Barkley shook his head and said, "No, I won't be able to play for a few seasons, and I will spend more time on vacation in the future."

"Then what do you think? It takes luck to win the championship, it's not that you don't work hard enough."

"Yes, luck, look at how lucky the Knicks are. They picked up a guy who can be compared to Jordan for nothing, and the Bulls don't want it. I don't think Jordan's luck is very good. Last year he hid in New York to fish, I was sent to the door by myself, and I was almost beaten by the flying dragon, and I was forced to apologize." Barkley said.

"Then you go to the Knicks to try? Are they short of people?"

"They lack the ability to score. Except for Feilong, Alan Houston, Larry Johnson, and John Starks averaged 15 points per game, and China Huchang 10 points. The others are all in single digits." Barkley said.

"You know Nix so well? It's very researched." Maureen laughed teasingly.

"Haha..." Barkley laughed dryly.

"You called Feilong, didn't you reconcile? Didn't you say you left his phone number when you were drinking with him last year?" Maureen said.

"Yes, but that kid is crazy. He laughed at me for hugging my thigh when he was drinking last time. If I called, he would definitely laugh at me." Barkley said awkwardly.

"That's not necessarily true, you have to try, right?" Maureen said.

"I'll think about it again," Buckley said.

"He and his wife are from the upper class, right? I heard that his wife, Miss Lindsay, is an aristocrat from Europe? It is impossible to form such a strong team of lawyers without a huge network," Maureen said.

Speaking of this, Buckley said excitedly: "I guess the postman must have been frightened. If such a huge team of lawyers stares at him to death, his skin will be peeled off if he doesn't die."

"I think it's good to be friends with them, at least they are not racist." Maureen sighed.

Buckley was taken aback and sighed inwardly.

Racial discrimination is really everywhere, not only whites discriminate against blacks, blacks also discriminate against whites, and then blacks, blacks and Indians discriminate against Chinese together.

He married Maureen, a white wife. Some of his friends' black wives discriminated against Maureen's skin color, and even satirized her in person. This was a thorn in his wife's heart.

At noon that day, league officials issued additional penalties for the violence on the court last night.

For the Knicks, Danny Fortson was suspended for one game and fined $[-].

As for the Heat, the four Heat substitutes were all suspended for one game and fined $[-].

In addition, Pat Riley, who was sent off, was suspended for one game and fined $20.

This pursuit made everyone understand that Stern was extremely dissatisfied with the Heat and Pat Riley.

"The heat is over, and the league will definitely keep an eye on the heat next, and will never let the heat make any small moves. Their own strength is not as good as the Knicks. This time, they lost their wife and lost their troops. In the next two games, the high-moralized Knicks Adams, it is very likely to continue the winning streak, and it is not impossible to sweep the Heat."

Zhang Lili analyzed after knowing the news.

At three o'clock that afternoon, Zhao Dong's legal team formally submitted a pleading to the District Court of Long Island, New York, suing Manley, the manager of Postman Malone, for racial discrimination, defamation, etc. There are over 200 pages.

Lingwells, acting as the spokesperson of the legal team temporarily, said in an interview with the media: "In addition to our own accusations, we currently have evidence to prove that Manley and his player, Mr. Karl Malone, have committed tax evasion and have officially notified the Salt Lake City District. tax office.

In addition, we still have some evidence to prove that Mr. Karl Malone had some too close behaviors with minors, such as indecent behavior, and we are already considering providing such evidence to the relevant departments, if they need it.

Also, we have proof..."

"I didn't touch the underage girl. This is slander. You did the tax evasion too, I don't know. You contact Adi immediately! Immediately!"

In Salt Lake City, postman Malone yelled at Manly on the phone in a gaffe.

"The Jazz's season is over, the postman is over, and Manly is over. Regardless of whether the Flying Dragons really have evidence, they are being targeted by so many lawyers, and everyone will be over."

At the Nike headquarters, President Philip Knight turned off the TV, sat back in the executive chair, and began to meditate.

Not to mention a small postman and manager, even a world superstar as influential as Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, is being targeted. The pressure of public opinion alone can make him think of suicide He pleaded guilty to unwarranted guilt.

He knew that Feilong Sports was serious, and this was a warning to Adidas and Nike that they were not powerless to fight back.

"What if, let these barristers target Jordan, or target us?" He felt a little tricky.

This is very likely, and even now they have been targeted. With the connections of these people, they are also in big trouble.

These companies have grown to such a large scale, from the company to their individuals, who is clean?
Generally, when encountering such a thing, there is only one solution, which is to settle it with money.

"Ding ding..."

Then the phone on the table rang.

"Hello, I'm Philip Knight."

"Mr. Knight, there is news from Manly that we won't help them solve the dragon problem. Everything he knows will be made public before six o'clock tonight."

Adidas President Herbert Hainer said on the other end of the phone.

Philip Knight frowned, thought for a while and said, "If we choose to give in, it means accepting the existence of Feilong Sports, and our share will be completely lost. With the performance and appearance of the Silver Devil, we are likely to continue to lose the market .”

"Is there anything else you can do? If not, talk to the people from Feilong Sports. Otherwise, once everyone is completely torn apart, our loss will only be greater." Heiner asked.

"..."

Nate fell silent.

Nike and Adidas had already fallen out in dealing with Feilong Sports, because Nike's share was robbed from Adidas, and he knew Adidas' attitude very well.

Adidas' real business is not basketball shoes, and the focus is not on the United States, but on Europe. Even if it loses its business in North America, it will not hurt the foundation of Adidas. Therefore, Adidas will not fight Feilong Sports to the death, and Adidas will stop.

"Ok."

He said helplessly.

Now Adi still occupies half of the sky in the NBA. Without Adi's support, Nike can't do anything.

If the lawsuit drags on for a few years, I'm afraid Nike's stock price will also be cloudy and rainy.

At five o'clock in the afternoon that day, in Salt Lake City, the postman arrived at the arena with a tired expression.

"Ugh!"

Seeing the postman, Jerry Sloan sighed in despair.

The same is true for Stockton, such a postman, how can he win?Jazz is over.

"Mr. Sloan, someone from the police station is here to take the postman away." At this moment, a staff member ran into the training ground in panic.

"What?" Jerry Sloan was taken aback, and said angrily, "We're going to arrest people now, do they have any evidence?"

"Sorry, we just took the postman back to investigate."

Two policemen walked in, both of whom seemed to be Jazz fans, and said apologetically.

"I didn't do anything, that's slander, it's all slander..." Malone growled angrily.

"Postman, the public opinion is too big. Several local councilors have expressed their views on this. The mayor personally ordered an investigation, and no one can stop it." A policeman said.

"Don't worry, just investigate and it won't affect tonight's game." Another policeman said.

At this moment, a staff member came in in panic, followed by a middle-aged man in a suit.

The middle-aged man said coldly to Malone: ​​"Hello, Mr. Malone, I am John Folkman, an investigator from the Local Taxation Bureau."

"I didn't evade taxes. It was that bastard Feilong who slandered me. I didn't! Manli was handling all my money. He did it. It was him. Go find that bastard..." Malone growled.

(End of this chapter)